The Least of Men

I thought I would announce my return with this little piece. Feel free to use it in your political debates if you so desire ( ). Keep in mind, however, that it was not written about any one group in particular, the archaic style itself is intended to imply that the theme is pretty much an ancient one. Funny thing is that, though it came out very angry, I was not at all angry when I wrote it!

So, without further ado, enjoy what I have tentatively titled:


Our Fearless Leaders


Say not that thy war is waged
In name of God, or by Him writ,
Lest from anger God should grant
Thine enemy a prophet's wit

Say not thou, the least of men
Who keep in gilded cage the dove,
That thine own cause is justest when
It lacks forbearance, peace, and love

Say again, my foolish friend,
How thou alone shouldst rule the world?
How thee and thine would keep in line
The nations round thy finger curled?

A pox on those who speak too large
With words ill formed by minds too small,
A greater curse on all those fools
Who blindly answer such a call!

So tell me not thy varied truths,
Thy hundred thousand myriad lies,
For I have heard them all before
And Pride's a sin that never dies!