Racism And Bigotry



Regarding racism, bigotry (bias, prejudice) and including poverty.
The poems on poverty begining with poem number 27.

But firstly:
How you think and what you think is critical, and has everything to do with your parents, family and wider circle of influences.
The questions then being:
a) Is how you think balanced?
b) Is what you think correct?
c) Have those influences been for the better or worse?
And given all that, how important is truth to you? Would you accept it if it came your way,
even if it was different to what you had always been taught,
even if it was different to what you believed,
even if it meant going in the opposite direction to your family and friends,
even if it meant that major changes would be in order,
even if it was hard to swallow,
even if you would suffer as a result?

Okay, now starting with racism:

"The absurdity of racial prejudice is black and white."
The poet, author

The following poem (and others like it that I have penned) has been appreciated by
coloured people that I've shown
 it to. However, those involved in the Black Lives
Matter movement might prefer the poem
(and different take) that follows after this one.

1.  Three Cheers For Colour!

My dear brown friend, I like your colour because it has strength and warmth to it, but hey,
It’s not that colour means anything, anyway, just something that I thought I’d say.
At the end of the day, a human’s a human, and that’s what it all comes down to,
We all the same except for pigmentation, and our uniqueness, what makes you, you,

What makes me, me.

 And you know, difference makes this funny old world go ’round, they say, and it’s so true,
Variety the spice of life, and a change as good as a rest, our colour too.
Yes, the world plain boring if all were the same colour, be it brown or be it white,
Or other, and why in each others artistic pigmentation we should delight.

By Lance Landall

Different Take.

2.  Yes, Black Lives Matter

Yes, emphatically and totally, BLACK LIVES MATTER, no question at all,
Hence why any violence against some black person should outrage and appal.
Lives being sacrosanct, and if that’s not clear enough, NEVER ATTACK OR KILL,
’Cause violence or murder that you might commit, a lot about you would tell.

Yes, black lives matter because they’re lives, not objects that are made of wood or steel,
Their dreams, aspirations, hopes, abilities and contributions just as real.
Hence why any black life should never have been treated any differently,
Mistreatment but the product of a sickness that’s infected humanity.

And so, we registering and receiving both colour and culture warmly,
Thus accepting black people for who they are, relishing the variety.
It all adding beauty to our world, though such lost on that sad racist mindset,
That though registering colour and culture, somehow perceives them as a threat.

Oh, that crazy racist carry-on, it belonging to those sad dark ages,
That same foolish mentality that turns imagined minors into majors.
Though here, such not even a minor to start with, just not an issue at all,
And such thinking but a hang-up that creates a self-made view-obstructing wall.

Thus the only time black should repel is when it’s in someone’s heart, and then
We educating, which is the whole exercise of my oft ink depleted pen.
We doing ALL we can, WHERE we can, without acting in a similar way,
Lest others quickly point at us, and something as unflattering rightly say.

By Lance Landall

More on race.

3.  Black And White

I have never understood how the colour of ones skin can matter to some,
Colour being the only difference, by the way, and why prejudice is dumb.
Yes, we all the same except for that colour that simply adds variety,
And makes a complete fool of anyone who sees things any differently.

One clear and simple fact is, a human is a human-cum-end of subject,
And therefore, everyone by virtue of their birth due thought, care, love and respect.
Yes, even those folk who’re racist, for they’re human too, albeit well askew,
And therefore we surely not fighting fire with fire, though condemnation is due.

Paint a grey house green and it’s still a house, dye a white man black and he’s still a man,
But “not so” say those folk who’re as unenlightened as that evil Klu Klux Klan.
And hence their dire need of surgery, for their hearts and brains have become diseased,
And thus their ability to act and reason rationally having seized.

Can coloured folk love, think, sing, pray, work, plan, feel, play, see, smell, eat, hear, sit and stand?
Of course they can! Every one of them being just like you and I, but simply tanned.
And how many white folk lie in the sun expectantly, a darker hue sought,
And why it’s all to do with pigmentation, not that nonsense that some have bought.

By Lance Landall

More on race.

4.  Black Man, You're My Brother!

Colour means nothing, except in prejudiced minds where a certain darkness resides,
It not having seen the light of day, hence those cobwebbed shadows where it’s ill hides.
Though sometimes such daring to vocalize its venom, for poison it is, and,
A dark age mentality, ’cause it’s only pigmentation; some darker tanned.

Yes, purely colour, and all of us having different features, and hence why,
This whole racial prejudice thing is an utter nonsense that no one should buy.
It really but a lie, one needing the torch of truth, because we’re all the same,
Just varying in some ways, and why humanity is our collective name.

So coloured man, you’re my brother!

And hence with pride I'll openly greet and embrace you, take my stand beside you,
Defending you as I would any other man, (or woman), like all should do.
Your colour meaning nothing to me, and why such I don’t see, but simply you,
An older or younger brother in the human family who same love’s due.

By Lance Landall

More on race.

5.  To White Supremacists

Surely sense would tell us that a human is a human, be they black or white,
That pigmentation is the only difference, and all precious in God’s sight.
And why I state the latter is, because some of you believe in God, He who
Wasn’t a racist — and in fact, of olive skin, a humble Saviour and Jew.

One who died that all might live, so what’s with your rage and threats, because you should know
That all are equal in His sight, that it’s most unchristian to argue and fight.
And hey, white people hardly superior, our brains no different at all,
Nor our physiology, and hence your cruel diatribes nothing but a gall.

But aside from everyone clearly having the same origin, rights and worth,
Can’t you see that all are suffering, are in the same leaky boat, planet Earth?
And this surely being why we should all pull together, buckets in each hand,
And hey, our very birth why we’re all entitled to the same crop yielding land.

Yes, coloured people simply coloured, and not inferior, but as for you,
And that sad behaviour that makes no sense, what might it say about your IQ?
Or about the IQ of anyone who indulges in such injury,
Because such hatred and prejudice has more to do with immaturity.

So please, rise above it, for that’s where the answer lies, with love and not hate,
We not esteeming ourselves higher than others, no “Keep Out!” sign on our gate.
But rather, our arms open wide, we embracing all, for divided we fall,
And why at the end of the day, only the humble and loving can stand tall.

And to those of you who feel the same way as me, don’t fight fire with fire, please,
’Cause scrapping with white supremacists suggests that you’ve the same hate filled disease.
So don’t hate them either, but wisely reason with them, and live by example,
That in your life all may be above board, open to inspection, sound and well.

By Lance Landall

More on race.

6.  Colour's Just Colour

When I was a youngster, my parents adopted a baby girl, a brown one,
Yes, she not white like us, and I’m so glad that that brown baby they didn’t shun.
I never seeing her as brown, but as my sister, racism dead to me,
She no different to my white sister, and just as loved by my family.

Hence why I’m grateful and proud of what my parents did, ’cause so much it taught me,
I personally experiencing the lie of those who taunt racially.
Their ignorance their loss, my family’s acceptance of that baby our gain,
It all coming down to sense, cleaning that dirty window, and letting love reign.

“Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight,” as a child I sang,
And which from the vibrating vocal cords of other rightly reared children rang.
Ones colour not an issue to us, ’cause colour’s just colour, end of story,
And if everyone saw it that way, what a happier world it would be!

By Lance Landall

More on race.

7.  A Form Of Ingratitude

You know, racism is a form of ingratitude — fault-finding, I must say,
Picking on something different to ourselves, forgetting blessings of the day.
Yes, that we’re fed, clothed, housed, that we’ve family and friends, all those other things too,
Yet, focussing on someone’s difference — oh, how we’ve got better things to do!

Yes, like expressing thanks for not having suffered today — but oh, there we go,
As if colour makes any difference, which even a simpleton should know.
It all in the head, and ingratitude in such hearts, ’cause grateful we should be,
Given the blessings and companionship that’s found wherever there’s humanity.

By Lance Landall

More on race.
Christian content or degree.

8.  To Love One Another

The Bible tells us that God made ONE race, the human race, us, humanity,
And in His image, beginning with Adam and Eve, thus we their progeny.
And thereby, everyone of us God’s creation, tint immaterial,
Colour having nothing to do with our worth, racism but a poisoned well.

The Bible also tells us that we’re very precious in God’s eyes, but fallen,
Hence why He died on our behalf — and this, when mankind was still knee-deep in sin.
His grace covering the repentant, but His love searching for all, and calling,
Tears in His eyes over the lost, great concern in His heart over the stalling.

The Bible doesn’t tell us what colour Adam and Eve were, and that being
Because colour wasn’t important, only something the racist are seeing.
And without cause, because no matter how those variations may’ve begun
(Adaptation, for one), such means absolutely nothing in the eyes of the Son.

But what does mean something to God, and very much so, is our heart and mind’s state,
Whether we seek what’s right or wrong, what’s kind or cruel, and whether we love or hate.
The racist person hardly fit for Heaven, nor worthy of Christ’s gift of grace,
All having been made in God’s image, and He personally knowing each face.

Yes, we could be purple and covered in pink spots, and it wouldn’t matter, no,
Jesus more interested in our eyes, they having a lot to say, you know.
It all about the inside, not the outside, and Christ well knowing what’s within,
None of us free of sin’s infectiousness, and that includes every Christian.

Oh, how God wants to see our hard hearts changed, racism out, love for all within,
And acknowledgement that all are His Children — yes, whether they’ve black or white skin.
Children of a King, loved, wanted and sought, and this why He’ll soon be coming back,
And it not mattering whether we live in a plush mansion or rundown shack.

So lets major on kindness, this world so full of suffering, heartbreak and pain,
God not having deserted us, it just a devil staging a cruel campaign.
And racism just distracting and hindering when the world’s in need of love,
That impartial, tolerant, accepting and longsuffering Saviour above.

Yes, God made HUMANS, and thus that where the matter should lie, we His creation,
And thus every life sacrosanct, to be surrounded with affirmation.
We living, breathing images of our Creator, and of royal decent;
And when Jesus Christ said to love one another, that’s exactly what He meant!

By Lance Landall

More on race.
Christian content or degree.

9.  Red And Yellow, Black And White

“Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight,” a Christian song goes,
And so it should be with us too, which intelligence and maturity knows.
A human a human, colour just colour, and our looks just variation,
We all an amazing, incredible, staggering, mind-boggling creation.

No, not the product of chance, nor some monkey’s relation, but designed to be,
The image of a Creator with a merciful love for humanity.
Yes, a fallen humanity, hence that black and white carry-on that’s bizarre,
It not our colour but our heart and our mind that defines who and what we are.

By Lance Landall

"Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world."
Christian song

More on race.
Vitiligo is the name of the condition that leads to a loss of pigmentation
(that which makes us black or white, say).

10.  Vitiligo Reveals The Lie

I saw a woman being interviewed on TV who had vitiligo,
And she was a Maori woman, dark brown in colour, and I thought, “There you go,”
Because the vitiligo had heavily affected her pigmentation,
Thus leaving her with white skin like mine, and giving one cause for contemplation.

But surely more so the racist person or Darwinian follower, who
Prejudice or some flawed theory have succumbed to, and thereby, have gone askew.
Life and all it entails not hinging on colour, but attitude and ones heart,
One building up rather than tearing down, unless we’re pulling racism apart.


Bigotry too, we surely past that Ape stage, holding a more enlightened view,
Not that I believe we evolved, but were created with a human’s IQ.
Colour just a coating, but intelligence another thing, somewhat chosen,
We only as smart as we’re sensible, clever brains having thawed, not frozen.

There’s no God in such stilted thinking, but a darkness more born of a devil,
An inferior reasoning more on an evolutionary level.
It not having progressed, and belonging with fossils, those old dinosaur bones,
That sad mentality that rather than debate, just chooses to pick up stones.

Yes, vitiligo reveals the lie,

Racism and bigotry being mammoth creations, thinking that’s awry;
Oh, the historic foolishness and cruelty that ignorance is seen to buy.
Love knowing nothing of such ill; only that caveman with his club, clutch of hair,
Courtesy of Darwin and comic strips, not a Creator’s loving thought and flair.

By Lance Landall

More on race.
Christian poem or degree.

11.  The Divine Lincoln

(With Abraham Lincoln in mind)

“There is neither Jew nor Greek...slave nor free...male nor female, for all are one
In Christ Jesus,” Scripture says, and there is the Divine Lincoln, the Father’s Son.
Yes, Christ’s emancipation declaration, and open to every nation,
Each individual who accepts Him, and who thereby secures salvation.

Though all are God’s children given that He created us, not all desire such,
Having fallen for Darwinism, come under the spell of a devil’s clutch.
They thus victims of a cunning usurper, without hope and promise, sadly,
And of no worth to Satan, except where it suits his lies and savagery.

Jesus not having wanted us to be slaves to anything or anyone,
All why He created us free and equal, until Satan began his fun.
Enter tyranny, racism, human trafficking, spouse abuse and much more,
And on a personal level, Satan has knocked and we have opened the door.

Oh, the folly and grief of addiction, those things so certain to destroy us,
Those things we seem enslaved to, all why we need the saving power of Jesus.
Porn, drugs, unhealthy foods and beverages, the list goes on, it’s sad to say,
And self being our biggest addiction, all why Heaven wise, we’re far away.

Just like Abraham Lincoln sought to free black slaves, God has sought to free us too,
But mostly from the penalty and chains of sin, courtesy of you-know-who.
Yes, the greatest slave master this world’s seen, an angel who became a devil,
Turning this planet (which was once a beautiful paradise) into a hell,

Hence that fight for freedom in every which-a-way, there so many slaves still.

Yes, we’re slaves in a contemporary Egypt, needing to be rescued too,
Addictions to the left, oppression to the right, Christ the Moses to turn to.
He never having even wanted robots, and hence why we’ve freedom of choice,
And thus are able to accept or reject His ever-pleading loving voice.

If anyone knows that black lives matter, it’s Him, having created the one race,
And why on Calvary (bearing all our sins), He died in everyone’s place.
He a friend to tax collectors, prostitutes, lepers, Gentiles, Samaritans,
And a friend to you (black or white), none of us being free of issues and sins.

Both Christ and Lincoln died for their cause, believing in freedom and liberty,
The complete and utter removal of the insanity of slavery.
We all God’s children, He measuring the heart and soul of every country,
Colour nothing but pigmentation, and a human a human (clear to see).

Yes, we’re all descendants of Adam and Eve, and are made in God’s image, who
Taught love for all, and who also taught that peace and harmony we should pursue.
No one lower, no one higher, and all having the same worth — yes, black or white;
The hater of others walking in darkness, the lover of others in light.

All why Christ will soon step in, rescuing the repentant and setting them free,
Though freedom starts once we’ve accepted Him, hence those wondrous changes others see.
Oh, the joy of amazing grace, that working of the Spirit that empowers,
And the Divine Lincoln rejoicing over each new bud that opens and flowers.

By Lance Landall

Race and bigotry.

12.  They're All The Same To Me

I don’t care whether someone’s rich or poor, black or white, a waiter or surgeon, a Muslim, Jew, atheist or Christian,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters; and as far as my circle goes, not out but in,
For all have a place in this world, no one less worthy, no higher or lower, and I always there should they call on me,
Believing that that’s how things should be, just how I would like them to treat me, and given that we’re all one big family.

Therefore, I won't betray anyone, kick them when they're down, gossip behind their back, stab them in the back, or hold them back,
Nor will I lay a hand on them, fool them, rob them, mock, threaten or manipulate them, nor somehow get my own back,
For what would such say of me, and all it would do, is just drag me down to a level that would hardly benefit me,
A level I’ll not sink to, for it’s just a dead-end street, something that works against rather than for, injuriously.

No, I don’t care where they’re from, nor about their past, whether they’re short, tall, slim, fat, cross-eyed, missing limbs or ugly,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, worthy of time, effort, thought, love, care and mercy,
So on their behalf I'll speak or stand, hoping that they'd do the same for me; and if they didn’t, it still wouldn’t stop me,
I thus being true to myself, my conscience clear, my actions transparent, impartial, thereby acting honourably.

And I’ll decide for myself what someone’s like, not what I’m told, allowing them to defend them self, and overtime grow,
Bearing in mind that we all err, ebb and flow, deserve another chance; and that when it comes to others, what do we really know?
Hence why I won’t label or pigeonhole folk, misjudge them, cruelly joke, and why I don’t care if they’re three or ninety three,
And why on their behalf I will battle, for every human's deserving of the same freedom and liberty.

Yes, I don’t care whether someone's liberal or conservative, a meat-eater or vegan, a prostitute or a tramp,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, and whether they’re in this camp, that camp (or are camp),
For all are precious, and why the greater someone’s need, the greater my response, for the litmus test of our decency
Is how we treat those who’re different, the misunderstood, disadvantaged, vulnerable, suffering and minority.

By Lance Landall

The poem above isn't sanctioning this or that, but simply referring to that love that we should have for all,
and yet, fall so far short of — terrorism and heinousness aside.
This poem was upgraded 5 June 2017.

Race and bigotry.

13.  Hand In Hand

No one should ever think in terms of race or religion, but humanity,
Because people are people, and thus hatred and cruelty but insanity.
Yes, every life sacrosanct, not for assaulting via hand, mouth or some law,
And why wherever a single soul is accosted, the rest of us should roar.

In other words,

Every Jew, Muslim, Christian, atheist, black man, white man, male and female,
Is precious, equal and human, their life not for taking, their rights not for sale.
And moving forward overdue, history strewn with madness and bloodshed,
And all because, in every case, a loving heart wasn’t wed to a sound head.

No, now’s not the time for more foolish words and actions, but calm heads and gloved hands,
A new and better way of thinking, not those old, tattered, tired, short-sighted plans.
No one excluded, and all embraced, love and not hate every country’s anthem,
And, “Hand in hand we will walk together,” our collective and personal hymn.

By Lance Landall

Race and bigotry.

14.  Difference Is No Reason Or Excuse

I don’t have a problem with someone’s colour, nor their religion, but only any negative traits,
And as far as their culture or ways go, that’s personal taste, you know (which delights or irritates).
Thus, it’s really just a people thing, ’cause whatever colour or faith, people have their good points and bad points,
And why it all comes down to whether someone’s behaviour, attitude and ways, pleases or disappoints.

We may not agree with someone's beliefs, nor care for some of their cultural ways, and fair enough too
(And yes, there're those negative traits), but never should we treat people badly, as that’s only what fools do,
’Cause difference is no reason or excuse for such, never has been, and nor will be, ’cause wrong is wrong,
And to be frank, not only folly, but the behaviour and attitude of those who’re more weak than strong.

At the end of the day, it’s very easy for us to act badly, but much harder to act rightly,
’Cause the latter takes a certain inner strength, unlike that lack of control that’s displayed by a bully.
And we acting like bullies too, should we ever treat anyone badly-cum-very thoughtlessly so,
But dare such be ’cause of their colour or faith — such prejudice and bigotry — and better we should know.

We don’t have to like someone’s ways, be they cultural or other, nor their beliefs or negative traits,
But treating folk badly is quite another thing, and such, inner weakness and unkindness radiates.
All how we give ourselves away, show the true state of our heart and mind, be such in some small or big way;
And just as much as this, another thing that we need to realise is, that such behaviour doesn’t pay.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 17 June 2020.

Race and bigotry.

15.  Who Cares? Not Me

Who cares what your religion or colour is. I’m not a bigot, nor racial,
And nor will I call folk fags, or tell them that they will burn forever in Hell.
No, because I can’t abide such nonsense, don’t care whether someone’s rich or poor,
Hence why I won’t treat anyone differently, cross the street or slam the door.


There’s too much evil surmising, too many getting the wrong end of the stick,
Assuming this or that, avoiding him or her, their armchair judgments far too quick.
Oh, those games that people play, and many thinking they’re better, and why I cry,
Because the life that many live is nothing but a sham, a charade, a lie.

Sure we’re entitled to our opinions, and healthy debate is fine, but hey,
Cut the mental and physical abuse, 'cause only the foolish act that way.
Yes, it’s one thing to challenge erroneous beliefs, another to slag folk,
Calling them names, running them down, when it’s not them that in the chest one should poke.

By Lance Landall

Race and bigotry.

16.  Madness In Drag

There is nothing more tragic, moronic, and even infantile, than racial or religious persecution,
Which is purely the product of a grim, bigoted, ignorant, mindless, callous and selfish evolution.
Thus, no words can be too harsh in condemnation of such an evil, and nor of those who are involved in such,
For it’s clear that a very satanic influence has such foolish and misguided abusers in its clutch.

Every life on this Earth is precious, and no one is lesser than another, regardless of their faith or race,
But if it were true that some are lesser, it would be those who via such persecution humanity disgrace.
For no human should stoop to such utter absurdity, nor such a low level, thereby turning on their own,
And given that such is the cruel territory of tyrants, dictators and usurpers who’ve hi-jacked some throne.

As alluded to earlier, all of those who indulge in such wickedness have been drinking from poisoned wells,
Or have been fed such via others who’re irresponsible and prejudiced, or directly involved in such ills.
And having been indoctrinated so, they too, spread that gospel of hate and intolerance wherever they go,
And via doing so, not only show their ignorance and shallowness, but openly declare that they’re the foe.

Healthy debate and freedom of speech are sacrosanct, for all must be free to disagree and to prove their case,
But racial and religious persecution are things that in this world of ours should never be given a place.
One’s colour shouldn’t make the slightest difference, and one’s religion is a personal choice, God-given right,
Which no person on this planet, nor any governing power, should in anyway prevent, hinder or blight.

By Lance Landall

Race and bigotry.

17.  Mind That Muslim Bashing

When a member of a family murders, we don’t shun the whole family,
So why shun all Muslims when some fanatical ones go on a killing spree?
Do we shun all Christians because of those among them who wrongly injure too,
Or when anything else that’s not acceptable, they foolishly choose to do?

No, surely not, for that’s hardly intelligent; hypocrites found everywhere,
And upon which we don’t judge either Muslims or Christians, but apply sense here,
Because there will always be bad eggs and black sheep, those who somehow go askew,
And who the promptings of a sad mind and heart, or evil master, choose to do.

By Lance Landall

Race and bigotry.

18.  Dear Muslim Friend

When any human is maimed or killed, it's an outrage, and thus dear Muslim friend,
I too wish that the wave of terrorism and lone ranger evil would end.
And it’s always sad when within our ranks there are those who act so terribly,
Bringing shame upon their own brothers and sisters, and also humanity.

There’s always been two paths, the right one and the wrong one, the latter but folly,
It not only returning to bite the fool, but causing pain and misery.
And thus both you and I affected, be one a Muslim, Christian or other,
And hence why we should view everyone as if they’re our sister or brother.

Sure we may not care for some folk, but love goes beyond that, seeks the best for all,
Condemning those ignorant, hate filled shouts, those callous, wicked acts that appal.
Ones colour, gender or religion no reason for such attacks, and therefore,
Any time a fellow human suffers so, everyone of us should roar.

So, dear Muslim friend, I respect your rights, and those rights being the same as mine,
We all part of the human family, branches belonging to the same vine.
You welcome at my home, and I welcome at your home, where there’s no room for ill,
But love, selflessness, compassion and forgiveness, and where all is right and well.

By Lance Landall

Race and bigotry.

19.  Time We Stopped The Madness

Racial prejudice and religious bigotry aren’t the product of ones birth,
But the product of errant teaching and influence that long has plagued the Earth,
’Cause love, sense and goodness know nothing of either, and stand in opposition,
Knowing that prejudice and bigotry only survive where there’s permission.

Ones colour but pigmentation, a human a human, same brain, heart and rights,
And thus evil and ignorance being the cause of those racial rants and fights,
And also the cause of religious persecution; all courtesy of men,
And devils, not innocent children, to which the God above would shout, “Amen!”

By Lance Landall


20.  How To Experience Bigotry

Step outside the mainstream, hold beliefs that are at odds with the majority,
Express opposing views openly, reveal holes in someone’s theology.
Call a spade a spade, say that such is your right, condemn what folk shouldn't condone,
And you will soon experience bigotry, know what it’s like to stand alone.


Rattle some sacred cow, point to higher ground, tell folk that they’re on the wrong track,
Point out cherished falsehood, charlatans parading as saints, wait for an attack,
For such will surely come, and that can’t-handle-it crutch: “You’ve no right to judge me!”
Which given the nastiness with which it tends to come, smacks of hypocrisy.

By Lance Landall


21.  One's Religion

Ones religion is a personal choice, a conscience vote, and thus sacrosanct,
Though open to inspection and challenge, for which many have had cause to thank.
They having been holding to error, but as I said, still free to go that way,
So long as they don’t persecute or kill, as this is how one goes astray.

Good religions have nothing to hide, nor resent inspection or challenge, and
Always respect the rights of others, be their beliefs built on a rock or sand.
And thus they not acting like tyrants, arrogantly asserting that they’re right,
Because that’s a sure sign that somewhere, somehow they’ve put darkness ahead of light.

We may in fact be right, others wrong, but we err when our ways are harsh or cruel,
Another’s mind hardly for forcing, and soundness holding to the golden rule.
Yes, “Do unto others as you’d have then do unto you,” — karma, some might say,
’Cause what goes ’round often comes ’round, so surely love and wisdom ruling the day.

After all, who would want it any other way but a fool, ’cause all should know
That everyone’s an individual, and force just the way of a foe.
Our mind’s our own, but it’s rendered useless if enslaved, just parroting what it’s fed,
Hence why it should also be open, that its conscience may always be rightly led.

By Lance Landall

Christian content or degree.

22.  To Christians Of Every Denomination

It’s with joy that I read of a God who gives us the freedom to choose which way,
Be that way His or not, or which denomination, hence why I want to say:
That though I may disagree with your choice, even say why, I'll respect that choice,
And as far as your right to that choice goes, will uphold it via act, pen or voice.

And the God of love wanting you to respond exactly the same way to me,
So that despite differing in beliefs, or even path, we'll live in harmony.
We reasoning with each other as Christ reasons with us, sharing honestly,
But never angrily, nor shunning each other, because such is bigotry.

All why I’d never mistreat an atheist either, ’cause they’ve the same rights too,
One either choosing rightly or wrongly, wisely or foolishly, as we do.
And there it’s to be left in God’s hands, Christians called to live in peace with all, and
(Despite one’s path or denomination), loving and giving a helping hand.

So share and debate I will, no wrong in that, and less so where there’s heresy,
Or plain error, but harm you? Never! Nor shun, but rather, I'll act thoughtfully.
We all (via Adam and Eve’s lineage) God’s creation, who’s told us to love,
Thus we not forcing or enforcing, and why I’m taking my cue from above.

By Lance Landall

Christian content or degree.

23.  The True Brothers And Sisters In Christ

Nothing's wrong with defending your beliefs, and nor in challenging someone else’s, though lovingly,
'Cause such is the freedom God gives to us all, and oft how truth and error are seen, actually.
But when we treat others poorly because of their differing beliefs, or their challenging of ours,
We stomp all over that freedom God's sanctioned, thus acting un-Christ-like, which His anger will arouse.

All why I feel impressed to state the following:

It’s time we stopped such childish behaviour which has more to do with bigotry, and Satan as well,
Who, storms our God-given freedom by convincing folk that such threatens unity — a tale made in Hell,
'Cause unity’s an attitude, a working together in love for God's glory, and doing so
Despite differences; you going to your church and I to mine, hence that passing heartfelt, “Hello.”

At the end of the day, aren’t all Christians Christians, followers of the same Christ, so what's going on then,
'Cause treating others poorly is certainly not Christianity, but the lunacy of men.
Thus those who act so, not only without an excuse, but going contrary to the teachings of Christ,
'Cause He said we’re not to mistreat anyone in any way — and those who do, aid the anti-Christ.

Just like unity’s an attitude, bigotry's a mentality, one that's far from heavenly,
Hence why Christians shouldn't have a bar of such, defending each others right to think and act differently.
And by that I mean, to choose their denomination, defend their beliefs, challenge those of others,
Thus truly witnessing to the world of the love of Christ found amongst Christian sisters and brothers.

And this, despite some differences, and midst healthy debate, 'cause such is true Christianity,
How we know the true brothers and sisters in Christ — such a greater witness to the world, quite clearly,
'Cause such shows the Spirit working powerfully in hearts and minds, something God wants the world to see,
Calvary bringing all Christians together despite their differences, in peace and harmony.

Where’s the miracle in all Christians thinking and acting the same? Unless we’re talking, righteously,
For oh, what a mighty witness that would be, millions won over by us acting so heavenly.
But where there’s difference yet unity in Christ, that’s a miracle indeed, each Christian rightly free,
Following their conscience, one that’s captive to the Word of God, not some religious majority.

If Christ never mistreated folk, gave them freedom of choice, reserved the right to challenge beliefs, then
We’re to follow His example, and not some pious conformity imposed by error prone men,
'Cause such restricts the discovery of both truth and error, and why Christ won't sanction such folly,
He saying, “Come let us reason together,” such quite the opposite of that herd mentality.

How sad when someone finds that you hold to something that they don’t believe is correct, and off they go,
You suddenly some contaminant, even alien, and how via their "fruits" their true colours show.
They entitled to their belief, but not you, or at your peril, it appears, and there goes Jesus,
Highly offended by such bigotry, disgusted, ’cause even He’s prepared to reason with us,

And why I’ve never seen Him go.

True bothers and sisters in Christ wouldn’t treat you any differently, engaging any time,
Simply begging to differ where they disagreed, 'cause this is how upward (and not downward) we climb.
Heaven all about love, treating others as Christ would, regardless of denomination or belief,
Given that acting otherwise doesn’t lead to eternal life, but certainly, soon coming grief.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 6 March 2020.

In general.

24.  Get Off That Pedestal

It’s one thing to disagree with someone, but quite another thing to shun,
For who among us is a perfect example, and wrong has never done?
The truth is, we’re all flawed from head to toe, so undeserving of a throne,
And yet, how oft we don some crown, and our own glaring flaws refuse to own.

Yes, it seems that it’s always someone else who’s at fault, we clothed in pure white,
Or seemingly a shade that’s pretty close, thus seldom wrong, most often right.
And we, watching from our self-righteous tower, the drawbridge ready to pull
Should any seek our presence or attention who we deem undesirable.

Well, last I knew, most castles are in disrepair, they close to tumbling down,
And those who once sat enthroned within, no longer sporting their royal gown.
But rather, they pushing up daisies, pride-cum-pompousness no longer seen,
All why we should treat everybody well, and our own feathers never preen.

Yes, it’s one thing to disagree with folk, but quite another thing to shun,
We ignoring or cutting them off, smugly firing some cruel mental gun.
And all so very hypocritically, for how oft we talk of love,
And then, where certain words are needed, use our fist without a padded glove.

By Lance Landall

In general.
This poem is not dealing with any arguments against this or that.

25.  For Crying Out Loud

You may not approve of same-sex sexual acts, Gay marriages, pornography or abortion,
Cults, certain religious beliefs and practices, door knockers, dope smoking or prostitution
— And that’s your right —
But for crying out loud, don’t ever mentally or physically abuse anybody,
For hate filled words, cruel acts and violence are not only moronic, but weak and cowardly.

Okay, so someone hurt you — so what? — 'cause you don’t have to retaliate, thus acting like them,
For how can you stand tall and protest when indulging in the very same thing that you condemn?
No, striking back is a mug’s game, and who wants to emulate the behaviour of fools and bullies?
For all who treat others badly are partakers in evil, suffering from the same disease.

Yes, you’ve a right to your view, freedom of expression precious, and rightful avenues of protest,
But for crying out loud, never lay hands on anybody, nor in abusiveness invest.
For sad rhetoric and callous behaviour are good friends of bigotry and persecution,
And thus always add to humanity’s problems rather than joining hands in any solution.

You may not be happy with some who’ve authority, their introductions or audacity,
Or you may have a problem with some organisation, and some underhand things that you see.
But whatever or whoever, you get to choose your response, for that response doesn’t choose you,
And whatever that response, it’ll paint you as bad or better, as one’s words and acts always do.

So for crying out loud anyone, stifle those words, unclench those fists, and shun any weaponry,
For though you’ve a right to think and feel differently, you should never mistreat humanity.
And should someone hurt you, don’t jump on the same merry-go-round, but rather, help pull on the brakes,
For the one who doesn’t becomes a party to the crime, and love, wisdom and foresight forsakes.

By Lance Landall

The poem above refers to our general treatment of others, and was tweaked on 24 August 2018.

Sexual orientation.
This poem is not dealing with the same-sex argument.

26.  So You're A Homosexual

Okay, so you’re a homosexual — well, that doesn't devalue your worth,
Because you’re still a precious creation, some malfunction preceding your birth.
Well, I presuming so, but whatever the case, and being Gay aside,
You’re no less than any other person, and this where one should be finding pride.

Just ’cause many don’t believe in Gay marriages and same-sex sexual acts
(And such is their right, you know), doesn’t alter the following facts,
And they being, that you’re a human too, that no one should be treated badly,
One's colour, religion and gender having nothing to do with this, gladly.

And so, the debating of Gay marriages and so forth aside, lift your head,
’Cause you’re just as important, still to be loved (like God loves you, it must be said).
So how dare anyone treat you less than they’d like to be treated, ’cause that’s wrong,
Human life sacrosanct, there no levels of worth (such just in the mind), so stay strong!

By Lance Landall

This poem was tweaked on 23 July 2020.


Something that darkens the mind, shrinks the intellect, and hardens the heart.
Something that starves the brain of oxygenating sense and wisdom.
Someone’s preventable failure.
Often another word for ignorance, fear, and conformity.
Something that’s an enemy of love.
A self-made gulf.
Something that blinds, deafens, stunts and deadens.
The bridegroom of prejudice.
A mindless barrier that's erected by small minds.
A serious and sad condition that’s self-inflicted.
A consequence of having a closed or narrow mind.
A contagious virus often found within herds.
The poison of a bigot.
Something that’s lineage is connected to too many lives.
Something that discards the lot of something simply because of a little or part that’s viewed as disagreeable.
Something that contributes nothing but leaves behind a disturbing odour.
An oft perpetuated Dark Ages mentality that leads to modern day personal inquisitions.
The bedfellow of biblical illiteracy.
Something that abounds where there are religious zealots.
Bigotry: Kindling for fires of persecution.
A killer disease.
Something that’s often mistaken for forthrightness and fact.

My Christian poems on bigotry can be found in an orange box (titled Bigotry) in my Christian section, poem list page, right hand side.

Lets Stop The Labeling.

I think its high time we stopped labeling people. People are not their religion. They're themselves. Individuals in their own right. By all means check out what they're saying in order to see whether what they're saying is correct or not, then say so, but don't hang a label on them. Put their beliefs to the test, not them. A person can be a wonderful Christian yet still be upholding error. Thus, it's that error we discredit, and that alone, not the person.
Nor should we treat someone poorly or badly simply because they're a Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, or whatever. Let's focus on the error, not the person, nor even their denomination for that matter, except where it's necessary or appropriate to do so. Remember that a denomination is an organisation, a collection of people who simply hold the same beliefs. A denomination is not an individual. Effectively, people are not Baptists, Catholics, Methodists, Mormons, or whatever, but simply themselves. They simply hold to beliefs that come under the heading of Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, or whatever, and go to the same church (denomination) where like believers go, and why not? A place to meet together, a base to work from collectively. In other words, it's their religion that's Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, or whatever, not them.
Once we start labelling people, we automatically put them in little boxes in our mind, boxes that far too regularly have biased locks attached. Boxes from which many operate narrow-mindedly. Let's start seeing people as people, as individuals, and not as Baptists, Catholics, Methodists, Mormons, or whatever. Let's stop the "She's a Baptist," "He's a Catholic," "She's a Methodist," "He's a Mormon," nonsense. When we interact with people, their religion shouldn't cross our minds. We should just see them as fellow humans needing the same love, care, thought, respect, friendship and courtesy. Yes, debate their doctrinal belief, but leave the person alone. At the end of the day, it's all about weeding out error, not about weeding out people.
And let's mind the Cult labelling too. Time and time again I have seen incorrect statements being made via websites that see themselves as being some sort of Cult watchdog or definitive encyclopaedia regarding such. Given the truth and error mixture also found on many of these websites, it's clear that they need watching too. Oh for those who're truely objective, unbiased, transparent, receptive, humble, and who welcome open dialogue.

Why Exposing Errors In Any Denomination Or Religion Isn't Bigotry.

Because that information made public can help prevent others from embracing that same error.
Because that information made public can help those who’ve already embraced that error to see why it is in fact error.
Because that information should naturally be made available in order for people to not only make up their minds but truly have freedom of choice.
Because people often come up with opposite arguments from the very same source as us — the Bible, say — thus one not only having to find and present the correct position, the truth, but show and prove the error in any counter argument (which some people wrongly call knocking when it's really informing and aiding).
Because certain beliefs that some people are holding to are very destructive. ISIS being one example.
Because much that's been said and done in the name of God hasn't been of God at all.


More poems on poverty, charity and welfare can be seen elsewhere on my website.

27.  That Gnawing Gap

When the gap between the haves and have nots grows bigger, shaming humanity,
And many aren’t coping financially, it badly affects society.
Hence those acts that are born out of frustration and desperation that we see,
And why crime, suicides and family break ups increase, even anarchy.

Yes, enter stress, ill health, grumblings, anger and oft contempt for those who’re wealthy,
More so the miserly or overindulgent who hug or waste their money.
For when you’ve little or nothing, debt over your head and cupboards that are lean,
Such thoughtlessness and splurging can rub, and why rage, spite and green eyes are oft seen,

As well as any justifiable and understandable cries, I mean,
For folk being left to suffer while others hug or waste their money is obscene.
Sure those who’re more wealthy have a right to do what they wish with their own money,
But hey, speaking of some, where’s their conscience, their loving concern for humanity?

The truth is, that inequality hurts everyone, and why folk should come first,
Not that accountant mentality which a country’s bubble is bound to burst.
Well, sooner or later, such having lost its fizz thus leaving a taste that’s flat,
For any focus that’s not connected to a warm heart isn’t where it’s at.

And this, what every government and each society should’ve learnt by now,
Though sadly not, and why that same old unproductive field they’re still seen to plough.
And hence why that gap between the rich and poor is growing bigger by the day,
And claiming more victims; money, self, folly and agendas having all the say.

And by the way,

Where welfare becomes a dirty word and beneficiaries are stigmatized,
Less compassion is seen and heard and a sad direction thereby advertised.
Yes, a direction that eventually pulls a plug that’s really needed,
And why the welfare garden should never be discarded, but simply weeded.

By Lance Landall

28.  Speaking Of The Poor

When the poor are neglected, even hampered, it’s a crime against humanity,
A cruelty that’s inflected on our own kind, for there shouldn’t be poverty.
But alas there is, and this oft midst a selfish, obscene opulence that mocks,
And the gap getting wider by the day, need not the interest of bonds and stocks.

And so, many suffer from want while others overindulge or feed their greed,
And though wealth is hardly a sin, it’s a curse where it turns a blind eye to need.
Yes, karma, some call it, because what goes ’round comes ’round, fortunes lost in a day,
Or ill health suddenly striking, and such a reminder that we’re made of clay.

No, we can’t take it with us, though some seem determined to try, it piled high,
While others can’t afford to see the doctor, or some necessary things buy.
They doing it hard all the way, some every day, and it taking its toll,
Not enough or nothing in their bowl, and far too much in someone else’s bowl.

Yes, many have a love affair with filthy lucre and not their fellow man,
Their values and priorities askew, self being how trouble first began.
And ever since there’s been those who’ve nursed their wounds while others have nursed their treasures,
The latter sometimes the cause of those wounds given their greedy, hardnosed measures.

The true measure of anyone is the depth of their heart, its capacity,
And by that I mean, to show love and care; indifference an audacity.
And thus one spurred by either a higher or lower source, a good or evil force,
And with the resultant consequences of that sad or worthy choice, of course.

And oh, how the needy suffer when their needs aren’t met, and life being so short,
Which means even fewer happy years, many rudderless and without a port.
Hence those shipwrecks; rocky shoals of insensitivity having been too much,
Or in order to cope, it’s a beer jug or reefer that many are seen to clutch.

Therefore, the poor a test, one that we pass or not — and not, being to our shame,
Though I’m sure we’d condemn such indifference ourselves if suffering the same.
Yes, with the boot on the other foot, we possibly squeaking louder than they,
Hence why love and wisdom always seek to do what inevitably’s sure to pay.

By Lance Landall

29.  Dear Businessman,

And though I’m well aware, of course, that a business needs to run profitably,
I appeal to your generosity, for many are struggling terribly.
The cost of your needed product and services is a real burden for some,
Be they the retired poor, some beneficiary, or an unwell dad or mum.

Yes, I’m well aware your profits would be lessened by such generosity,
But less is all that I’m talking about for the sake of those who’re less wealthy.
In other words, those who’ve little or nothing, those who struggle to make ends meet,
A doctor’s or dentist’s bill, small things to big things, daily living some feat.

And we too prone to judge, unaware of much in people’s lives, pain and worry,
Hence those sleepless nights, those arguments, those pillow stains — others in a hurry,
So little time, even care, such more why your thoughtfulness is so needed here,
A discount, even a wave of the hand, maybe, their gain some loss you can spare.

And such thought and care your legacy — you a legend — not just another boss,
But the kind of businessman that all, not just needy folk, love to come across.
Yes, you not just an owner or manager, but a man with a heart and soul,
Who’s compassionately easing a load that may be taking a heavy toll.

By Lance Landall

30.  To Those Who're Well-Off

We, the less well-off (many of us poor), don’t begrudge you your wealth, 'cause wealth isn’t bad in itself, and,
Nor its legitimate accumulation, given that wealth builds on itself, which we quite understand.
But what we don’t like is, you flaunting your wealth, rubbing it in our anxious, tired faces, effectively,
'Cause such can really rankle given our hardships, our unintended predicament financially.

Yes, the sheer indulgence we see, so bankrupt morally, 'cause such ignores the struggles we’re going through,
Struggles that could be eased, even solved, and why we'd appreciate a little thought and fairness from you.
After all, our ranks are swelling, and the gap between the rich and poor is growing faster by the day,
Which only leads to greater unrest and injury all-round, rather than ushers in a better day,

And especially when an air of superiority comes from that same well-off territory
(Wealth hardly equating to superiority, which, when one acts so, up and insults humanity),
'Cause all are equal, worthy of Earth’s bounties, food, clothing, a home, health, happiness and security,
And this, regardless of their race, religion or gender, no one treated better or differently.

It’s time snobbery ended, and those well-off cliques, which we, the less well-off, find offensive and unkind,
'Cause such unfairly stigmatises, leaves us out in the cold, despite us often being more refined.
Oh yes, 'cause many who’re wealthy live lives of debauchery, selfishly and senselessly waste money,
Money that could ease the burdens of many, restore health, save lives, and rescue others from poverty.

Yes, we the less well-off don’t begrudge you your wealth, 'cause it’s not money that’s the problem, but how it's spent,
Or hoarded (Scrooge McDuck like), 'cause that which is wasted or hoarded, much misery and pain could prevent.
Sure it’s your money, but where’s your heart, given wealth doesn't automatically equate to nobleness,
'Cause greater generosity's found amongst the less well-off, who given what they see, hate greediness.

And greediness is another word for pure indulgence, a crime when so many are in need on Earth,
Struggling, suffering, and even dying, midst that money that you who’re well-off, waste on pleasure and mirth.
Many of us going without a humble cottage, while many of you live in homes that holler pride,
Homes that go far beyond anyone’s need (and the rest you display), which widens that glaring, foul divide.

In other words, that huge gulf between those who have and those who don’t, one thats stench grows stronger by the day,
'Cause it’s a gulf that allows many to live like kings while others are left to suffer, fall by the way.
A gulf that shouldn’t be, but that sadly is, all because of that selfish “Me" and "Mine” mentality,
Which worships at an exclusive temple, bows before an image that’s detached, heartless, shallow, empty.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 27 February 2020.

31.  And Again I Appeal

To those of you out there who have the resources, the skills and abilities,
Please find time for, and be generous to, those folk whose needs you could solve or ease.
In other words, those who’re poor, those folk who are really struggling financially,
And who as a sad consequence are beset with sleep-robbing anxiety.

Many of you out there who do have the resources, skills and abilities,
Are well-off (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and such needs could solve or ease.
And this why I’m appealing to you, that the lives of others be happier,
Or at least the lives of many, and lest for them, much bigger issues occur.


Please consider my appeal, the needs of many real, some desperate, in fact,
And thus why in the name of love — selflessness — I hope and pray that you’ll so act.
And I not meaning that you forsake all you have, but forego a portion, and
Due to such humane generosity, with the heroes of history stand.

By Lance Landall

32.  Cha ching!

While many of us who’re better off gorge, others starve, battle with poverty,
And much wickedness responsible for this ill afflicting humanity.
Yes, it having been solvable, but selfishness, greed and folly in cahoots,
And as for who — well, I guess that’s why the Bible says we’ll know them by their fruits.

You may scoff at a day of reckoning, but I believe there needs to be one,
’Cause why should callousness and indifference go unpunished, when all’s said and done?
Others suffering, dying while you and I gorge, while others waste millions, or,
Appease their conscience by giving a little of their lot, rather than much more.

Animal farming, wasted food, withheld necessities, all responsible,
Along with poor governance, those indulgences running red-hot via some till.
Cha ching! Another bowl of rice denied, another unnecessary grave,
Oh, it seemingly every man for himself, and then back into our cave.

By Lance Landall

33.  Help Regardless

Yes, many do have themselves to blame for their circumstances, but once trapped, or
Struggling badly, they can become the desperate, angry, problematic poor.
Hence why it behoves the rest of us to do all that we can to help them, and
Not just by our digging deeper, but by sincerely trying to understand.

Problematic isn’t meant derogatorily, it’s just reality,
’Cause things only get worse where folk are left alone to battle with poverty.
And not everyone entirely to blame, or at all, ’cause things happen, and
That is where (once again) you and I need to see that all the lifeboats are manned.

The seas are becoming rougher today, and some waves are caused by evil men,
Hence those gasping or perishing, while same pirates stack their treasures in their den.
This why the rest of us (though struggling too, maybe) need to toss out a lifebuoy,
That they too (midst their misery) may experience some happiness and joy.

By Lance Landall

34.  Poverty Doesn't Lessen One's Worth

No, poverty doesn’t lessen one's worth, wealth nothing but goods and money,
So all have the same value whether in a desert or land of milk and honey.
Neither a ghetto or a mansion changing a thing, thus goodbye snobbery,
’Cause those who mentally devalue indulge in emotional robbery.

And therefore, snobbery's nothing but an infantile game and form of cruelty,
Not to mention a gall, 'cause many who’re poor live lives that are exemplary.
Yes, they able to teach the wealthy a thing or two about nobility,
The antics of the rich and famous oft lacking sense, thought and humility.

So no, poverty doesn't lessen one's worth, devaluing someone somehow,
All why there’s no one on Earth to whom any of us should feel that we should bow.
Such nothing but the footprints of tradition and oppression, we all as one,
And hence why when it comes to who might be lower or higher on Earth, there’s none!

By Lance Landall

Both this poem and its title were altered on the 13 October 2020.

35.  Yes, Life's Unfair

Someone who’s got a house inherits another, sells it, splurges the money,
While someone who’s related and who needs a house remains without one, sadly.
Now where’s the fairness in that?
So let’s put it in rhyme, it far better out than in, for such can truly sting,
And is another very sad story with that oh so familiar ring.

Yes, life’s unfair, the first people having failed their test, and where my case I rest,
As one should move on, grudge holders possibly as cursed, and via such, they less blessed,
For why let someone’s greed or thoughtlessness start a fire that can only but burn,
And why it’s more healthier for us when the other hard done by cheek we turn.

The truth is, some build sandcastles while others plant seeds that bless more folk as well,
Or give more than they keep back for themselves — God bless that generous carousel —
For pity help those in a desert whose tank is full but padlocked while nearby
Someone has an empty glass which if its not filled will see them suffer or die.

Yes, money seems to get an unholy grasp on many when it comes their way,
They oft still pleading poverty though doing well before — and yet, how they play —
Yes, “Got to watch my money,” they say, tripping here and there, buying this or that,
While someone nearby shivers with cold, goes without, gets the proverbial pat.

Yes, life’s unfair, some pulling up the ladder behind them, others stuck below,
And they oft blamed for their own predicament and left in the rain, hail or snow.
So much for mercy, too bad some have learnt from their mistakes, for it’s “Take a walk,
Let me get on with polishing my Merc, I’m about to head off to New York.”

Well, sort of thing, money having come their way, though even if they’ve worked for it,
They’re still far better off, but that they are their brothers keeper they won’t admit.
And some of these folk even searching those op shops meant for the less well off, who,
Thereby benefit less thanks to these better off folk who can afford the new.

Yes, life’s unfair and always will be given that entrenched “me” mentality,
Which hollers, “Keep your cotton pickin’ fingers off what’s mine!”, or, “It’s my money!”
And why life calls for courage, an acceptance that makes things easier to bear
For nothing worsens our situation more than those things we refuse to bear.

But to those of you who’re better off, please give a little more.

36.  Where Profit's Injurious To All

Wise employers know that happy staff lead to higher profits — in other words, more incoming money,
And that happy staff lead to a well regarded company, less accidents, sickness and jealousy,
And that along with this, happy staff lead to a more productive and far happier community,
Which, at the end of the day, is once again in the best interests of any local company.

Yes, a company where whines, groans, arguments and complaints are fewer, and where there is less wastage too,
For happy staff take more care, show more thought, and less grudgingly some menial or unpleasant task do.
All of which is why an employer should treat his staff well, thus putting humanity before money,
For we don’t live to work, but work to live, though for the lucky few, their work is looked forward to daily.

At the end of the day, life’s all about people — others — not about me, greed, or piling up money,
Which, too often is learnt too late by those who’re acting selfishly rather than self-sacrificially.
And many of them employers who’re already more than comfortable, and yet still raking it in,
That is, at the wrongful expense of their staff, who though good employees, unfairness have to bear and grin.

So many employers encroach on their employee’s family time — that is, via staff meetings and so on,
Which could be accommodated during work hours, and then there’re other demands, which soon see more time gone.
And hence those problems that occur outside of work hours too, courtesy of such employers' thoughtlessness,
That is, their quest for higher profits (more filthy lucre), when the truth is, they’d still do well with far less.

By Lance Landall

Christian poem.

37.  Grant Me Heaps!

Dear God up in Heaven, please make me wealthy — I mean, seriously wealthy,
And then keep it coming, though not for my sake, but for others, and urgently!
You see, there’s so much that I could do to ease the misery of so many,
And on whose behalf I sorely beg — yes, please make me seriously wealthy.

I give my word that I’ll not use such for myself, other than where I have need,
Like a humble home, say (for I’ve none), and that from bills and debt I may be freed.
Yes, never for selfish indulgence, for there’s so many suffering today,
Yes, anxious and hurting people that I could help, if You’ll just send millions my way.

I want to do what most who’ve wealth do not do — that is, share ninety nine percent,
But I can only do such, if amidst Your plans and daily rule, You so consent.
I’m angry that so many die, that so many suffer, live in poverty,
While those who have so much dispense so little, if any, very selfishly.

Yes, make me wealthy, and please keep it coming, fill my cup each time it’s emptied,
And please respond with urgency, for down here on Earth, dear God, there’s so much need.
I don’t want wealth for wealth’s sake, and I don’t want wealth for me, so please, grant me heaps!
For in times like these, only someone heartless, such wealth squanders and Scrooge-like keeps.

By Lance Landall

38.  I'm Angry Today

Yes, I’m angry today, ’cause so many poor souls are going without while others have far more than they need,
And many of the latter flaunting their wealth, callously indulging in extravagance while these others bleed.
It’s wrong! It’s cruel! Plain unfair! Hence why the world needs a shake up, or at least those who’re acting so dreadfully,
Gorging themselves materially while others starve, die, suffer through not having, or live in poverty.

What’s even worse, many who’ve enough are still seeking more, bemoaning the amount of tax that they pay,
When these others can’t afford to visit doctors, put heaters on, get things they need, day after stressful day.
And those who've enough or more, oft put the boot in, turning on the welfare system and those in need of such,
And at that money that’s sorely needed for the protection of the ill and vulnerable, cruelly clutch.

Yes, not content with their lovely home (or have they two?), their flash cars, yacht, shares in some company, and so on,
They complain about some poor wretch who’s supposedly draining their pocket (whilst they trip to Spain or Saigon).
And whilst even on the make (’cause those with wealth are often the biggest takers, drainers and wasters), cry “Foul!”
When it’s the unfortunates who haven’t got, and are going without, who have more right to holler and howl.

All why on their behalf I rage, ’cause many need health care they can’t afford, oft not through some fault of their own,
And some not owning a house, even car — and as far as trips go, you’ve got to be kidding; then there’s that zone,
Yes, that district that those who’ve more than enough won’t buy in (even though it’s okay), thanks to their snobbery,
Oft another word for those who’re well up the ladder, though not all such people act as pathetically.

Then there’s those family situations where some have and some don’t, and where those who don’t, struggle financially,
While their siblings manage fine, yet seldom help, if at all, too caught up in that same selfish mentality.
Some even thinking that they can’t when they can, though such might mean going without something in order to give,
And that something being something they don’t need, but no, which as far as I’m concerned, is a sad way to live.

While the poor suffer, many who’re wealthy (thanks to pure indulgence), drain resources, strip supplies, charge sky-high,
Are on appalling wages — CEOs — thus draining tax payer’s money, greedily scoffing at the pie.
Yet, how oft the finger’s pointed elsewhere, whilst money lines the pockets of an elite, even secret few,
Where the real power is, even hidden agenda that’s working to gain more control of things, and us too.

Yes, I’m angry today, ’cause it’s not right that others suffer or die while others waste what could relieve and save,
While others just party, live in despotic luxury, wade in self-importance, indifferently behave,
Thereby joining the ranks of the selfish, callous and thoughtless who’ve cursed this Earth throughout its sad history,
’Cause such have no heart or conscience, or not much of each, and are effectively foes of humanity.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 2 Febuary 2020.

39. Selfish Hoarders

Many who have more than sufficient, are just adding to what they have, thereby acting most insensitively,
For despite having worked for such (though not necessarily), it doesn’t relieve them of their moral duty.
After all, only the heartless, callous and selfish wallow in their treasures while other people do it hard,
And they, having to deal with lame excuses that come from such tight-fisted better-off folk, for such cruelly bombard.

Strong words? Yes, but very needed words, for there are too many living well while others are struggling, anxious and ill,
And often through no fault of their own — and without that help they need, they’re left to ride that life robbing carousel.
And so it goes, for many people who have it, don’t like to part with it, and hasn’t that always been the way,
For there’s something about money and possessions that gets a grip on folk, and sees them selfish instincts obey.

You would think that the more people got, the more they would give, but alas, such generosity is seldom so,
But for the mere trickle of token gestures, often conscience appeasers, or could it be that it’s done for show?
And those few who do give lots, oft have a lot more, far more than they’ll ever need, which is much better shared than hoarded,
And bearing in mind that sharing also benefits the giver, for generosity is oft rewarded...

Whether that reward comes in the form of a clear conscience, a happier state of mind, or a returned favour,
As misfortune can also hit some who’re better off, who, if they’re generous folk, the same kindness may savour.
For those who’re very grateful for the help they receive, may one day be the giver rather than the receiver,
But wouldn’t it be nice, if regardless of how much folk have, they always sought to be a burden reliever?

By Lance Landall

40.  Just There For Themselves

It’s very clear that many who are in the people business, aren’t there for the people, but just there for themselves, be they:
Doctors, dentists, optometrists, audiologists, psychologists, specialists — and who therefore dismay.
Rather than viewing their occupation as a calling, they see such as a career, and even money tree,
For once they’re past initial outlays, be such study, equipment and so on, they sting like a demented bee.

Yes, such are seldom found amongst the ranks of the poor, but rather, despite all their whines, are doing very well,
Yet, charging what many people cannot afford, charges that their burgeoning bank account continues to swell.
And it’s the same with mechanics, plumbers, electricians, builders and so on, who though doing very nicely,
Still continue to rake in the money at others’ unfortunate expense — prices still as high, greedily.

Thus, bedside manner and customer services come second to money, if at all, for such just isn’t their scene,
Given that in their case, people are only a means to an end, but isn’t that the way it has always been?
That is, where there’s more interest in money than there is in people-cum-those who disgrace their profession or trade,
Via shoddy workmanship, lack of love, thought and care, or crippling charges, such due to a thinking that’s retrograde.

Yes, many with the skills and ability, are using such selfishly, seemingly not there for humanity,
And therefore, are lacking in that which should be foremost in their mind — such being compassion and sensitivity.
Hence how so many clients and patients suffer unduly, even terribly — a crime of sorts, quite frankly,
For surely such is a form of abuse, let alone moral bankruptcy, which just adds insult to injury.

By Lance Landall

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41.  Fallen Divisions

Rest assured God has no time for that lower class, middle class, upper class nonsense — sin, effectively,
'Cause such unnatural, fallen divisions God never intended be a part of humanity.
In His eyes all are equal, regardless of their background, lineage, assets, money or position,
And why He has clearly conveyed that He wants each Christian to have the same approach and recognition.

Though we might find ourselves classed in that middle or upper bracket, it shouldn’t be apparent in our manner,
Nor our behaviour, 'cause right into the very heart of the Gospel, such throws a rebellious spanner.
Christ came to break down such labelling, pigeon-holing, it the product of pride, unfairness and abuse,
'Cause when it comes to Earth’s bounties, all should share such, not feathering one’s own nest, which equates to misuse.

Such class distinctions are the outcome of the Fall, and why all who’ve wealth, or more than others, should take care,
'Cause God's watching closely, and taking careful note of just how much people keep, and just how much they share.
And rightly so, 'cause such conveys the true intent of one’s heart, and it’s the heart God’s interested in,
'Cause the heart, more than anything else, our destiny (be that eternal life or death) will determine.

The heart of the Gospel is all about putting others first (after Christ), and all those who love Him will,
Knowing that one shouldn’t make an idol of their possessions, 'cause such inevitably leads to ill.
Hence those class distinctions that many aspire to, that Jones mentality, such being nothing but pride,
A mentality and state that offends the Bridegroom who's looking for a humble, serving, giving bride.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 8 February 2020.