Instability

Instability, Insecurity
dominate the consciences of the faithless;
Seeking asylum in arms of the inanimate,
We give ourselves a false sense of proximity,
Only to later find ourselves deceived, deprived.

Those in whose bosoms we found serenity
Forsake us every now and then.
We were beguiled by their charm, and led astray by their tongues.
Our reverence for each of them changing,
As the winds in the turn of season

Our instability we try to shadow
By haughty behavior;
We stand pretending to dominate, while inside us dwells a little mole
Furtively making its way through hills and burrows,
Seeking refuge in one or the other, hiding behind closed doors.

We live our lives contradicting our own reality,
Seeking the approval of those around us:
Some like ourselves; others weak, but inside strong
We feed them with fruits of envy,
Ourselves being unproclaimed demagogues

Some of the weak are thinkers,
And of great intellect;
They understand us, and our behavior
They know our condition, but deceptively play their parts,
Mocking us behind our backs.

Our gods are the greens, and the hands that posess them.
Awestruck and aloof!
We look on in adulation and glorify their actions.
Our attire and dialect, an imitation of theirs
So superficial, so empty

After journeying for long - having traveled afar,
We sought composure through submission to a Divine Power
Whose Mercy - Benevolence - Omnipotence - we now acknowledge
Whose signs we denied since times immemorial,
Whose love we took for granted, and trials we sullenly lived through.

But now, instability from us has been far removed
And tears only of repentance and awe we shed
Our every prayer He answers - every desire He fulfills
He is our Lord, the Remover of despair
And The Benefactor of humankind