To the Tune of Ego’s Denial

Coming at you from the heart

We as humans for the most part

Are selfish and egotistical

Bordering on the strange and mystical

As we place our morality on inner shelves

Seeking lustful venues for ourselves

Going to church on Sunday

As our moral games we play

While Monday through Saturday

We go a different way

We spout out proudly our Christianity

As we try to cloak at the same time our insane vanity

We lambaste those who mistakes are out there

With little compassion or care

Whose humanness all can see

While we hide our faults in secrecy

Never realizing as hurtful things we say

God is stripping the secret covers away

Of all our sordid morbid things

So the world can see our sins

But yet many of us still go on

Singing our prideful, lustful song

With vain deceitful smile

To the tune of ego’s denial

H. Wilson