Containment - Anti-Hero





Stop crying poverty and to lament,--

No reason there is to cry poverty,

And to assert you have not the talent

To sing God's praise and thanks in poetry.



Foes want to well control you and contained,

And  whisper in your ear: “Go lick your thumb”

"You are too weak, too debil and too faint,

Besides you are decidedly too dumb".



"The Kingdom's work is for you far too tough,

It takes endurance which you do not have,

Lo ! in your past you made too many a gaffe,

And when confronting foes you squirm and cave".



"You missed your best years and now it’s too late,

Your social standing is by far too low,

Your clout is nil, your work is second rate,

Besides you are too clumsy and too slow".



"Your heritage is poor  with many a taint,

Your past is questionable friend at best,

You do not care for risks,, thus stay contained,

For well contained you can repose and rest".







Thus speaks the fiend that wants you well contained,

But to be contained is not your destiny.

Which is the highest level to attain

To God’s great glory for eternity.



You’r meant the highest level to attain,

Thus spurn containment and the fiend's control,

Press forward valiantly friend to gain

God's Kingdom for your wavering timid soul.





(c) Elizabeth Dandy





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