Be ware to what you lay bare,
For those who come to stare
May not bear with what you care.
Be mindful to what you do,
For it may come, the day you rue,
The day bruises turn into hues.
Be prudent to whom you help,
For that reach may breach,
Their strength to stand for themselves.
Come crippled you’ll see,
They’re begging as they yelp.
Blind eyes still learn to hear well,
Timid mind never yearn to yield.
Be whatever thou hast chosen to see,
But never thou dost be slumber in sloth.
Living near doesn’t mean you can hear,
a moaning heart, a tumbling mind, and a bonded soul.
Utter no words, Giving no deed doesn’t mean they are appeased,
Of what you say, Of what you choose, and Of what you weed.
A line has always been created, once you know their names.
A step without any to consult may have ended in the field of insult.
A heedless creed is the hidden pit,
To hell it leads, to heaven it spits.
Hearken this without thy greed,
No men shall ever be looked over
For any betterment of other.
There are things we do not want to see,
All either lead you whither your heart aches.
There are times we forever want to be,
All either route you thither all are blessed.
There will be days we all repent,
For our falls will come in our reign.
There will be days we all relent,
For our griefs are not created to be bent.
Whatsoever you have to deal with,
Be mindful that it’s hither you are living.
Whichsoever people choose to dim your wit,
Be truthful of whom your deeds are shaping.