those without spirituality still have morals

did you hear me say
“oh, how I need you,
now in my time
when the questions arise
that have arisen for generations
for every sunset that passes
and every heart sacrificed in the name of
power
and in that coughing of the wind
that spits out hail and rain and thunder
of being a truthfully good individual”?

did you hear me say
“oh, greater good,
find me on the path to your core
and shower me with the knowledge I need
to find it all on these travels
the way the rich can, with their private jets
and moments spent in contemplation
of how to grow their wealth and influence further
and teach me what I should anticipate
in order to make the climb easier”?

did you hear me say
“oh, what to do,
when this day collides with my need to work
and wake up and be solid and fresh
and in charge
when the workers all challenge my ability
and the employers all demonstrate my inability
and the servants all mock my capability
to be successful”?

no. likely not.
but I worry, nonetheless,
in this little head of mine,
of these same things.