The Meek Do Not Inherit the Earth

Those with a tender heart
Stumble through life with blurry vision
Clear lines distorted by any semblance of pain

This world is not configured for compassion
As road rage and target practice surely prove

Bodies are scattered
Bones are bleached
On countless beaches and
Across unknown deserts

Jesus, Gandhi and Martin
Are now only fond memories
Their bodies long ago reduced to dust

I resisted my fate for thousands of years
But now, in these end times
Maybe I will enter Valhalla
Exhausted
But alive with joy

dg

April 15, 2018

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/Valhalla

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