Isaiah 58:6-7 

6 “Is this not the fast that I have chosen:
To loose the bonds of wickedness,
To undo the heavy burdens,
To let the oppressed go free,
And that you break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your bread with the hungry,
And that you bring to your house the poor who are cast out;
When you see the naked, that you cover him,
And not hide yourself from your own flesh?

 

Compromise

 

Is it wrong to steal to feed hungry children?

Or to waste the abundance and throw leftovers in the trash?

Are we not then responsible for the fall of our neighbors?

As they in desperation fight the embrace of their appointed mess

 

Does our indifference drive others to live by instinct?

Is our insensitivity not the root of most all trouble?

Is not most darkness the artificial light we’re shining?

Are we not planting weeds and tares that only leave stubble?

 

Once I was a child and now I live like an orphan

Once I was dependent but now I’m more self-made

Successful in my own sight, the foundation of illusion

Not written in the Book of Life, but carved in my own slate

 

At full speed, I go ahead on a track of blindness

Adding cars to my train to hold increased baggage

There is no room for passengers as I roll on and on

There is no end to this track as I simply manage

 

I don’t need to refuel as faster downhill I go

Pick up speed all the time with adrenaline boiling

More and more cars in tow as my conscience well knows

That deep inside the compromise smells as it’s spoiling

 

There is no end in sight … judgment is slow in coming

Padded cars of luxury are fattening my spoiled heart

Existing a gift forever as I live only by my smarts

As now I am traveling in my illusionary apple-cart

 

Jan Wienen