Dis-Unity Tax
That’s it? It’s done? That’s all there is?
You’re kidding, right? No bang? Just fizz –
Oh heck, I thought this time we’d go –
It held such great potential – so –I thought we’d travel down that road,
Find ways to shift your heavy load;
But no, I guess the error’s mine –
Sub-culture lays defining lines.First-aid to others on the road
Beat up and left, which we behold,
Does not connect us up for good,
For “oil and wine” is understood –To be the medicine of ease
(Then transportation, if you please) –
Narcotic, salve, and drag ’em in,
Then pay the piper – don’t begin –To think relationship starts there;
It doesn’t – show some strand of care,
Then on your way – unless she shows
Some interest in the way you go.For you were going down that road,
With oil and wine in donkey’s load;
Diversion slight, now on your way,
It’s now all right – do not delay.Go where assigned, your target place;
Or set up camp and each day face
The prospect of more beat-up men
In need of wine and oil, then send –Them on their way – turn off the tap?
No mention of a task like that –
A novel notion – “Clear the way
So later folks clear path is laid.But Lord, it’s even in that task
I crave a team as folks flow past;
“It’s just not good to be alone
On road, in job, or ’round the home”.Ach, now I see – “Your fare is fine;
To dogs and pigs it’s so much slime;
But no, it’s not, just do your work –
You can’t make change, or end avert –For those not given to you, my friend;
They have their team whom I will send;
Then after them there’ll be some more,
And then, in Me, they’ll know the score.For all is not the breach of sin,
But breach of unity begins
To be the sticking point – relax –
They’ll make their choice, then pay the tax.Thanks, Lord.
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