Idols of chains
Idols of chains, hanging down your round neck
Perhaps I should call it chains of idols
It all to me speaks a certain language
Perhaps it is a language of symbol
Chains, it is kingly and it is lordly
It tells of who you are, if slave or royal
It is the signet worn on royal princes
And the adornment of loved princesses
It is worn as a symbol of blessings
It tells of who we are and why we wear
Whether gold, silver, bronze, brass, iron, steel
Whether diamond, pearls and precious stones
Diligence
Diligence, deal with me with perfect gents
So that I will find me where diligence
I want to know more about your essence
So that I will make some perfect sentence
You are like the warm eastern rising sun
I know for certain when the setting’s done
Lift me up and then find me a good throne
Now then crown me prince with your precious stone
Diligence come to me now come be quick
That I should find heaven, for there I seek
Truth
Truth unfolds to us like blood-red roses bloom
An understanding heart will find his room
With this floss thread we weave a perfect loom
Sweeping dusty lies with a righteous broom
The truth is truth and it is nothing more
Nothing less too, for it, we men live for
It always comes knocking on our door
Open, for it comes to breed true law
Allow the children learn this truthful lore
And tell their children about this truth lore
I like the flow of this poem in a special way. One thing announces the presence of the other…for example Diligence announces the presence of Truth as Truth announces, or do I say pronounced Door which eventually led to an ‘Open’ing…
Nice one and it has some embedded didactic beauty which only an open minded person can see.