Herdsmen And Kings Poem by Charles Karia

I'd rather be a humble herdsman,
In the blessed house of the lord,
Than become a princely nobleman,
In the cursed abode of the wicked,

For in that deceptive house of cards,
Are treasures so nice and fleeting,
Pleasant like Eve's fruit to the eyes,
But agonizingfor eons everlasting.

The peddlers of lust are many there,
Wine flows like a mountain stream,
But so flows filth, crime and fear,
But thereinare all things that maim.

In the mundane myopia of pleasure,
What is common is so easily got,
In great quantities without measure,
While what is sacred is foreverlost,
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