Guiltless in the veneration
Distracted by adoration
How quickly it slips all away
Neglected responsibilities in the fray

“How great it is to have” you said
Hugging each other before the dead
Taking for granted such a blessed gift
Yet all the while the maintenance drifts

Blissfully blind and deaf ears turned
Enabling and getting them burned
Your brood and priceless treasures
Dominated by Earth’s dark pleasures

I’d apologize at how hard it will all be
If you would wield the tools of honesty