Good People

Money speaks every language as it would appear
And of corruption even in the highest places we read of and we hear
But not due to fear of an afterlife of hell
Good people their souls for money never sell.

Whether they be religious or not it would seem to me
Good people of the greed that leads to corruption are totally free
Their souls to them sacred cannot be bought or sold
For all of the World's money or all of the World's gold.

Some talk of their religion and pray to their God
And then go out and steal from the poor and downtrod
Yet for their crimes they never feel guilt or shame
These people give God and religion such a bad name.

Good people to help others go out of their way
And for helping someone poor do not expect pay
There is far more to them than me, myself and I
And they remain as good people till the day that they die.

I feel privileged since good people I meet every day
Of others they never do have ill to say
Unlike me by their good example they do lead the way
For where they see beauty I only see decay.