Petition to St. Peter

Surely, you can understand;
I'm not an evil man.
My sins have been the sins
Of tolerant submission.

The world does not confer its wealth
Upon the innocent. Survival
Is assured by subtlety and stealth;
Our human race has apes for antecedents.

Cast in with an ugly crew,
I did as you have done—
Denied my God to purchase
One more rising sun.

Consider my case with prudence,
St. Peter, before you bar the gates.
Man cannot live solely by his conscience;
He must answer also to the Fates.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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