Priceless and timeless
and a thousand wrongs you’re robbed of.
thousand hells you’re not a part of.
But are we wrong when
we speak of you in golden tunes?
You’re robbed of greed; yet,
live in a world which counts virtues.
Do you find it worth?
Your own mesmerizing crimson.
This Earth’s known as cruel
to those small and to those virgin.
For starving kids know
naught of this time and place’s rush hours.
What’s gluttony to
angels, virgins, and blank cowards.
(Picture shown above is a postcard I got from a museum in Nurenberg, and though the visual inspired me to write this, I know nothing about “Alphons Mucha”)