Speak your mind, get sent away
Speak the truth, get argued with
Speak with flair, get ridiculed
Speak up for yourself, potential death
But
Speak with deception, get away with it
Speak only to agree, called team player
Speak of both sides, false mediator
Speak no more, you'll go somewhere

PRODIGAL
Sent away from his village those many years ago for defying the will of times past and believing there to be more to life

He dared believe what is is not and just maybe what is not is indeed

Father cries disgrace while mother wept but neither would take the heathen back
He made his way to greener pastures and
progressive thought

PRODIGY
The niche was found with work and love in the big city under the stars
Higher learing and like minded folk made
his parents unthinkable a life

His words became known and many sat under his learning tree over the years to hear his sacrilege and learn to love themselves and others

PROPHET
Sermonizing was not his style but a gentle look with a warm word and his
everlasting countenance

With admiration comes respect and envy and he had the ear of many and the scorn of more still
His words are unnatural as is his life

With but a few well placed falsities to the wrong people, but so right for their purposes, the man fell

Lies filled the streets as he walked by with his head still held in knowledge of their lack of validity, even as one was overheard to gossip "He fucks little boys that one does"

When he was found beaten to death the whole world was changed
And all because he believed in harmony and because his path was not that of his parents
His crown of thorns and cross to bare just an indignity in a gutter in Paris

08/31/2002

Posted on 08/31/2002
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