Balance the scales

I ask for your time.

I ask for your understanding.

I ask for your compassion.

You ask for my money.

You ask for my resources.

You ask for my labor.

You ask for my blood.

You ask for my life.

You ask for my soul.

Balance the scales!

I give you every chance. 

I give you every consideration. 

I give you every example.

You give every excuse. 

You give non-compliance. 

You give indifference. 

You give indignation.

Where have I lied? Balance the scales!

I know what I ask.

I know what I give. 

I know what I want. 

You know Bible verses. 

You know how to repeat them. 

You know they will not police you. 

You know how to twist them.

Sons and daughters of Adam and Eve, set things right. Where have I lied? Balance the scales!

Balance the scales: Words behind the words By James Ray the Phantom Texter

It's all poetry. But poetry is nothing more than words unwanted to be read. And my words and poetry seem to be no different.

It started with the thought of failure of intimate connections. Then with more thought it broadened to all civilization.

The scales are rarely in balance throughout history. It never is a question of perfection. It's a question of the attempt to be in balance. Sometimes a stranger, a friend, a family member, and even a mate will need more than they give. And there are so many reasons to give. Ranging from Love to honor. There are so many reasons to receive. Ranging from need to reciprocation.

Not for the first time but I have meditated on this. So many times when the weights are measured, they seem to fall on one side much more than the other. I have seen a pattern. I have fought to bring it more into harmony. I have fought alone. The greed of mankind is vast, insatiable, insoluble.

When I ask the people that surround my universe, "Where was I wrong?" I am more often than not met with silence. For the righteous indignation of, "How dare I ask!"

Much like the story by Edgar Allan Poe, "The Cask of Amontillado" I feel like I'm being sealed in a crypt. But it seems to be I'm the one who is sealing me in. I don't want this. What else am I to do? I have reached out. I have cried out. I have reasoned. I have begged. I have tried. I have failed. What else am I to do?

The world is unwilling to balance the scales...