Real War

Devotion to a goal involves no drool.
The slavish worship heaped upon a king
or some almighty's son, points out a fool
whose life will never know a useful thing.
It's not enough, to kiss a ring or pray
for grace while eating bon-bons on the bed.
You must apply your brains to find the way
to wake yourself and rise up from the dead.
Life's dramas, mixed with 'money lust' and sex
creates a caustic wash that blinds the mind.
Unless one finds the means to rid this hex,
one's hope for wiser lights gets left behind.
Determine who you are or arn't, then strive
to slash souls cataract while still alive.