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I saw all the oppression,
That is done under the sun;
As tears of their obsession,
For the condemnation done.
 
No one would comfort them,
Although they had the power;
They knew that God will condemn,
When reaching at the hour.
 
I thought the dead who were dead,
More fortunate than to live;
For the evil they were fed,
More than righteousness could give.
 
Who saw what evil has done,
When they had been still alive;
Evil deeds under the sun,
How could anyone survive.
 
I saw the toil and skill,
The work from having envy;
Exertion someone could kill,
His neighbor turns enemy.
 
For this is all vanity,
And striving after the wind;
That causes insanity,
If one not disciplined.
 
The fool is folding his hands,
His own flesh that he will eat;
Not knowing what God demands,
Has no shoes for on his feet.
 
Better is the quietness,
Than a day full of toil;
Or evil illicitness,
Then buried in the soil.
 
Vanity under the sun,
A person with no other;
Not admired what was done,
By a son or a brother.
 
Yet there is no end to greed,
Depriving of his treasure;
And not finding any need,
By having any pleasure.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer




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