Portent of Trust

So it seems thought I

There can and should be trust

Instead harbinger cast an ugly shadow
enabling others of like mind to do its bidding.

In terror I took to ground

Cowered under the sabre rattling

This massive and growing pit gnawing at me

Apart from self the monster consumed my good.

The force of compassion

It is lost to you now and forever

And we have rallied the right to crusade

Taking to the ramparts we nibble at the foundations.

There is nothing to lose now

Except my ability to remain, to be alive

This contributing member of humanity

For loss renders an empty voiceless soul lost for time.

Helpless to proceed I shall purposely fail

For I needed to lead a noble calling

To be that who provides and is responsible

On real terms for real people to serve.

That nobility might be slashed from me

By a sword of wanton covetousness

Unbalanced and unsustainable and ironically

Contrary to the balance this new enemy claims to espouse.

Who knew in intolerable satiated greed

You might destroy that which you claim to need

To render helpless that you feel necessitates your very existence

What then will you do?