He;s Nothing at All

Perhaps it was once

handsome, his face,

long before

his present disgrace.

The thinning hair,

perhaps once blond

before grasping hands

reached too far beyond.

His peacock soul,

his sparrow’s brain,

his eyes of coal,

to us so plain.

Evil, not madness,

from those eyes

poison, not cure,

from those lies.

False prophets before

have called this way,

come to me,

we’ll rule the day.

Don’t drink that kool-aid,

put down that glass,

taste not the pourings

of a pompous ass.

The fool’s excuse

is worse than his crime,

this is Our moment,

this is Our time.

Know yourself,

follow your heart,

but don’t just sit there,

we each play a part.

We can’t hide reason,

Our faith must be shown,

there’s no blaming others

if Our future is blown.

No ass-eared fool

should block Our goals

for the sake of Our children,

for the love of their souls.