I can’t say forgive them ‘cause, Father, they know what they do. <br />I picture them floating around in hypocrite stew. <br />They won’t take a life raft though you’ve thrown ‘em out more than two. <br />I can’t say forgive them ‘cause, Father, they know what they do. <br /> <br />They’re always so busy completing their last ‘second mile.’ <br />You wonder how running so hard, they’d still have a smile. <br />They’ll walk in your moccasins building their house on the sand, <br />And when things go wrong, and they will, they pull pack their hand. <br /> <br />They’re back-patting, hand-shaking people that you’re glad to see <br />Unless you are standing someplace where they want to be. <br />You’ll suddenly look up and notice you’ve been left behind, <br />And they’ll be there smiling to help you to get back in line. <br /> <br />You hate to accuse them ‘cause really you can’t quite believe <br />To gain very little, they’d bother to lie and deceive. <br />They’ve got it down pat, and they’ll sure pat you down as they smile; <br />You think that you’ve given an inch, but they took a mile. <br /> <br />It used to concern me that their kind could ever succeed. <br />“Lord, give me justice; Lord, take your vengeance, ” I’d plead. <br />Then God took the lid off and gave me a heavenly view; <br />I spotted them floating around in hypocrite stew. <br /> <br />I can’t say forgive them ‘cause, Father, they know what they do. <br />I picture them floating around in hypocrite stew. <br />They won’t take a life raft though you’ve thrown ‘em out more than two. <br />I can’t say forgive them ‘cause, Father, they know what they do.<br /><br />Mac Wilkey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hypocrite-stew/
