Red Feet

 Red Feet                                      11/19/2019

All men

Prefer comfort

And all men

Prefer ease.

And who

Doesn’t love

A Saturday afternoon

Basking under

The jubilant sun. 

Strolling down

The sidewalks

Beside the spacious

Avenues. 

Sipping coffee

And window shopping

Brisk in the breeze

Without a care

In the world. 

Sailing along

High above the waves

Many wager

Wads of cash. 

Calculating the odds

The love the thrill

Of winning

Always scheming

To get what is theirs. 

But it is also true

That some men

Have no shame

And some

Have no souls. 

Further and further

Away they can no longer

Hear the still small voice

Or see the sudden foreboding.

Let out on a string

To dive as deep

As they can

Unaware of the hook

Swallowed in their gut.  . 

They go on

And they go on

Always a step ahead

Lying their way out

Again and again. 

But some day

Their foot will slip

And they will fall

Suddenly stumbling

All the way down. 

Without anyone to help

And anyone to enable

Caught in the trap

They themselves have set. 

Sudden spectacular

Complete and final

Never again to rise

Steal or lie.  

Death to those

Who cannot see

The broad path

That leads to hell. 

Trodden on the heads

Of those they have abused

Crushed by cruelty

And thirsting

For revenge.