Who gets the golden spoon?: A poem 

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Who says creation is perfect? 

Can even paradise be circumspect? 

Feels like God with his million thumbs 

left the sculpture replete with crumbs 

Who says dignity and honesty are a gift? 

We know the truth can only cause a rift 

Goodness and Idealism scale no cliff 

Morals and ethics are flotsam in the drift 

Virtue is a donkey flogged with the whip of lies 

Religions are Cyclops with the cruelest eyes 

The practice is a far cry from what they theorise 

Human history is full of battles fought without sighs 

But personal choice is like an effervescent bloom 

Spiritual wisdom may sound foolish but is no fool 

The one who seldom strays from the righteous spool 

for eternity will be blessed with the golden spoon 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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