Poem – Karma is a Whip

I will not fight for those that would not fight for the poor or those in deepest need.
I will allow them to find out how they bit the hook of the wealthy and those that live in greed.

I will not save their souls from the horror that they did create.
I will not open the doors for their souls to enter the pearly gates.

Not until they sink down to their knees.
Not until they recognize they were infected with a disease.

That disease is one of a hate so strong.
That they refused to admit that they were a bigot and very wrong.

Even then I will let them find out the full force of what they have done.
Decisions that they made, they will never be able to evade … even if they run.

Karma is a whip that stings when it comes around.
It has no mercy and will enter to shock and astound.

I have the luxury to sit back and wait for the wills of fate.
It will be the kindnesses I offered that will allow me through those gates.

I cannot carry those who created so much suffering and pain.
Arrogance is very heavy when one protects those that want power only to reign.

They cannot see that the pains that they have now caused.
Will continue for lifetimes and will never seem to pause.
~Suzanne Wagner~