Spaft Dunk

Loudspeaker ideology leadening with fists, a brawler,

and whoever is led astray is not so wise

For the terror of the righteous is like the growling of a lion;

Whoever provokes it to anger forfeits their life.

It is an honor for a person to stay aloof from the strife

And avoid every fool who goes about quarrelling.

The sluggard is only awake when told to be;

They will take the correct advice to get warm porridge.

The good purpose in a person’s heart is like a deep well,

Someone with ethical intentions drawing from it.

Many a person proclaims they want social justice,

But a faithful one, who can anyone find?

The righteous walk around in jack boots high,

Cursed are they all who are insulted by them.

They are false judges who sit on bony seats of judgment

Winnowing their judgments with their searching eyes.

Unequal weights and unequal measures like these,

are abominations to the common sense

For, as children they make themselves known by their acts,

the conduct unable to be worthy of praise or criticism,

And open, unless their eyes are cast on themselves.

Love is never too much insight, lest one comes to ignorance;

Opened senses which bring in regular learning.

Power gained by deceit is sweet to the stealer,

but afterward the mouth is filled with rough gravel.

Whoever goes about righteousness reveals their secrets;

an association of simple babblers wearying.

An inheritance gained hastily in the beginning

may not be blessed in the end,

For a person’s basic steps emanate from their birth;

and how might they find their way?

It is a snare to rashly say, “It must be truth,”

and reflect not until the bleak aftermath exposes

The spirit of the age is the lamp of social change,

and a search for innermost sensations.

Steadfast love and faithfulness preserve relationships,

and by steadfast love good choices are upheld.

The glory of youth is its strength,

yet resplendent ideology is borne with harsh vows.