I think people who cheat
Are those who get to eat,
But are they enjoying the food
Or greedily gobbling away life
Like some tasteless fool?
What use is giving knowledge
To an unappreciative tool?
What use is beauty,
And sweet poetry
And even masterpiece artistry,
To those unfeeling;
That look on with wool over their eyes?
Though in doubt I hold
That like water may break open a solid rock ,
Beauty may seep into the hardened thick skin,
But what luck would we have
if they think they are gems,
At worst a diamond rough as it might,
Maybe the best hope is
they learn from another hard shell
But though history has been written,
Those who think they are diamonds
Don’t think they need to change,
And take glee that they break everything
But never themselves.
©️ Jana Pelzom 2023
