Rule of the Meek

The best things in life are purchased with sacrifice,
Paid with blood, sweat and and a portion of our persona,
People and principals,
Poverty and affluence,
A man with honor will not dare sacrifice that in the face of adversity,
But what good are principals if they do not provide sustinence?
And where is the honor in allowing one's family to go hungry in such trials?
For the mother that would hustle her natural gifts to feed her young,
Or the workingman that would juke some rock to pay the utilities,

Is there no honor in providing if the cost be meritorious?
Would you, man or woman, allow yours to go without for the sake of preserving  your integrity?
Are your deities truly righteous that they would test you?
Watching above as spectators as you undergo tribulations?
Are they so omnipotent that they would have no compassion, no understanding  of your needs?
Is there no dichotomy in that reasoning?

Have no fear for what happens after this life,
This life is here and present,
Have no fear for how you are judged by your peers,
If there is no fault in the Masters in their decisions that affect millions in the pursuit of the ultimate bottom line,
Then there can be no fault in the whore who pays her bills, so that her children do not freeze in the depths of winter,
There must be no fault in the dopeman whose priority is the supermarket, where his proceeds ensure his young do not go hungry,
That is not to say that one should be inclined to sell out all that is virtuous for personal gain,
However compassion demands that we exercise reason for those who remember the rule of the meek,
Survival trumps everything and eating is surviving, breathing is diligence, righteousness is subjectve.