Expecting More

From the ones who give,
More is expected.
Done.
To demand it comes.
And from the ones who do the best they can.
With a doing to deliver on command.
More is expected.
No matter if blood is dripping off their hands.
More is expected.

Spoiled.
By a quick and instant giving.
Lazy are the people sitting back,
Getting fat...
Without a finger to lift.

Born to place a blame on others to intend it.
And...
Born to believe themselves to be neglected.
Yet...
No word heard from them expresses remorse.
Or regret.

They have been born to believe themselves,
The ones to be honored.
And they have been made to believe,
Themselves God's chosen ones.

Spoiled.
By a man made image of royalty.
And spoiled,
By deception to fiction reality.

Expecting more are the people,
Living a life of entitlements.
Expecting more are the people.
Never satisfied by the ease of their lives.
Expecting more are the people,
Choosing to destroy a greatness.
To fiction and delude a charading faked.

Born to believe,
They have been the ones neglected.
Born to believe,
They are not ones destructive.
And instructed,
To destroy their own way of life.

With expecting more.
Of what?
With expecting more.
Of what?
With expecting more.
Of what?
To expect it more!