Of pharisees and publicans: A poem 

There is an eleventh holy fateful commandment 

That secures God’s unswerving telling judgement 

Those that act with a secret sense of virtue 

garner mysterious proceeds that are invisibly true 

That they do not serve power, fame and fortune 

But in sincerity bear charity in the mute 

And those who work for selfish personal gain 

are seen by providence for what they feign 

For it is God’s eyes that unfailingly regale 

When spiritual destiny does resolutely prevail 

Where materialise the spoils for those that deserve 

It is the right that God unequivocally reserves 

Good men know the value of equanimous quietness 

To integrity and duty they do incessant justice 

Their strength of silence prevails over incorrigible voice 

In knowing humility and sublimity is just a matter of choice   

Those that speak aloud and in eloquent words 

are by Satan’s minions always heard 

And those who in their thoughts and deeds pray 

Their goodness manifests God’s answer every day