Severed Ties

My small family was all I knew,
And also, of course, my friends few
To love, care, cherish and hold
And this made up my little world.

But as I grew I did not know
They’ll scatter, and really did so
Caring hearts turned to spite,
It’s hard to tell friend from foe.

A smile that’s fake on the lips,
And false flattery is all that’s there,
To mask their true colours with piety
They bow their heads in prayer.

Why such pride, such haughtiness?
One day we ought t’ answer His call,
Why harbour vain hostility?
Why such hatred after all?

Looking at these estranged beings
God must be frowning above,
All I can say is only this
They cease to live who do not love.

It matters not how many
Or how few Kindred I possess,
For it profits not if there are
Many to name but none to bless.