OF POETS AND MESSIAHS

In the cloak of dark pierces a ray of brilliant light,
highlighting ignorance,superstition and cowardice urging people to fight.

The mass like junkies addicted to misery as are cocaine addicts,
revere clergymen  who are nothing but masked bandits.

The 'light' calls out and speaks the truth,
but to what avail?,for it enrages and no one does it soothe.

It(the mass) does not comprehend but in a crescendo it condemns,
for what is said is against present beliefs,like the pontiff on contraception.

Naive and trusting,they are in the grip of 'pillars of society',
who in fear of loosing their grip and sway,

like enraged reptiles try with all their might to crush this 'light'.
that penentrates the dungeon of falsehood and brings in joy bright.

Infuriated they shackle and tie him in an attempt to chastise,
they refer to him as mad and evil,ensuring his pain be maximized.

Beaten and abused the poet smiles awaiting the final deathly decree,
for it alone can take him away from hypocrisy and lies.

In fear he is crucified,poisoned or stoned,
yes he dies but is thereby for ever deified.

Even in their reverence they are clever,
exalted and away is he held like a divine leper.

Yet even on their burning pyre or tied to cross in agony,
only a plea for divine mercy for all and everybody.

Why such is the fate of such mesmerizing beauty ?
so gruesome in a world that runs on His bounty.