Righteousness, a poem by Gregg Hake
Righteousness, thou bittersweet remedy
To all ills which men bring upon themselves.
Blaming the gods for that which they create−
Blasphemous scoundrels covering their tracks!
Who now shall rise and take up the banner
From those who led the charge and are now gone?
The enemy is shameless vanity
Cloaked in hurt, feigning righteous piety.
Sure of rectitude, lying with devils−
Cowardly wolves costumed in sheep’s clothing!
Who shall steal away from the deceiver
To bury vain regrets of times gone by?