Bad People We Meet

With a bunch of thieves,

An honest one always grieves,

But one day, they’ll build trust,

And the thieves will learn what’s just.

With a bunch of fools,

A wise one cannot be cool,

But through patience, they’ll see light,

And fools may start to think right.

With a bunch of weak,

A strong one will becomes meek,

But strength is shown in lifting all,

And weakness will no longer fall.

With a bunch of frauds,

An honest one holds no cards,

But truth will shine through cracks of lies,

And falsehoods will meet their demise.

With a bunch of bullies,

A brave one looks silly,

But courage stands firm, though mocked or insulted,

And soon the bullies are united in dread.

With a bunch of evils,

A godly one gets chills,

But light will flicker through the dark,

And evil trembles, feeling stark.

With a bunch of riches,

A poor one is just a glitch,

But wealth is fleeting, hearts may grow,

And the poor will find their treasures glow.

With a bunch of wicked,

A virtuous one always gets smacked,

But virtue stands, though bruised and bent,

And wickedness will find its end.

With a bunch of slackers,

A hard-working one always lacks,

But diligence, though slow, will climb,

And soon the slackers fall behind.

With a bunch of playfulls,

With true-love one often falls,

But love, though pure, will stand the test,

And playfulness will fade, while hearts find rest.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind