Wednesday, 10 June 2020

Burning Coals and Turning Cheeks

Sometimes it's hard to be a martyr,
Taking all the blame upon yourself,
Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing,
And leave your rage up on the shelf,

And I secretly suspect,
Burning coals do not exist,
And all the assholes,
Get away with it,

But then,

I never do it with love,
When I turn the other cheek,
And I still smile on Sunday,
I'll see you all next week




M. Joseph Burt  (25.9.6)

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