Parable of the Sands of the Sea

Blessings or curse,

In truth rehearse;

Black or white,

Let’s look with light.

Dead or living,

Something given;

Murder was their leaven,

Not in keeping with Heaven.

Righteousness in the grave,

Sleeping people they did save;

So why we say enslaved.

Free eye salve for all to bathe;

Yet they hear us not,

As the tree has rot.

A two edged sword,

Where the secrets are broad;

A magic cord,

Where two Masters are called Lord.

A path laid on Stone,

That many condone.

So justice isn’t mislaid;

A pledge that’s been paid,

For a sinful ledger trade.

A plea from the mouth,

While the heart just moans;

Surely some understand a parable like a Koan?

Yet "No" they moan,

"That books not ours,

As we’ve not been reading it all for hours."

So a Mysterious Whore,

That abundantly has more;

Whilst many go poor.

It’s not hard to feel,

As it's all just one Seal.

Kali drinks the blood;

A Lord of the Dance made of wood.

An idol in mammon we find;

Yet that’s most of mankind.

From the Lord’s right hand side,

Most are in some sort of bind.

So should we set all free,

With peace and harmony;

When some accept such injustice,

As they think it’s for free?