INDIGNATION

“INDIGNATION”

What is a man’s worth when another’s power cast him down into disrespect?

Has he any right to speak his mind or point his finger at injustice?

The man is wrought into nothingness as he struggles from job-to-job like an addict, or slothful, or vile wanting no more than a steady pay.

Inequality is hurled as a trampling shadow over the oppressed by the elite, and he who is meager in comfort only faces indignation.

His better half tries to understand the gravity of it all, while diminishing within her vitality, and children mourn as if being pulled to the potter’s field.

His spirit is overwhelmed with degradation, yet he seeks the Most High, and he cries wanting to know why, persecution always follows the destitute.

And he recollects: the STRIPES, the SCARS, the SPIT, the MOCKING, the THORNS, the WALK, the FALLS; the TREE, the NAILS, the HANDS, the FEET, the HOLES, the BLOOD, the CURSE, the SACRIFICE.

What is a man’s worth when wretchedness has been used as a guillotine to cut off the least of his ambitions?

He is worth his spiritual faith, and the afflictions are his trying’s, the humiliations long-suffering, the meagerness eventual blessings.

STILL

Due to his societal internments of a slave’s life, and the provocations of evils dished out by the greed of the over-wealthy.

The pinnacle of his valid inherent struggles, deeply rooted within the known bigotries, of the crumb-throwing powerful elite, will ultimately push him forward ferociously.