Footsteps
"I have a holy vision, follow me!"
Shouted the rheumy-eyed mystic from up in his tree.
His cracked lips oozed spittle as he searched the skies,
Trying to make contact with an unseen God's eyes.
Millions followed him, they hung on every wordy breath,
While he marched them all eagerly to their death.
"I have a clearer vision, follow me!"
Wailed the Altruist out to prove "A" can be "B".
His smugness wrapped `round him like some greatcoat,
Gave his frail frame the appearance of an old billie goat.
Millions of "brothers" gave him credit and merit,
And withered away from the death of their spirit.
"I have a bigger gun, follow me!"
Screamed the tyrant to all who fell under his knee.
His crazed eyes and sneer underscored a lack of sanity.
His bloodlust for power drove him to bloody murder sprees.
Millions rallied `round him as he played at MacBeth,
In the end, he too, lead them all to their death.
Only a few walked with the Man of the Mind,
Who stepped into the light leaving darkness behind.
They walked the great land and sailed the great seas,
And calmly accepted that reality IS reality.
They traded on value and lived free of strife,
And climbed, heads held high, to the summit of Life! |
