Perfect People

Pompous people pronounce with purified pain
The righteous road is rocky and riddled with rain
The wide way will be wicked and woefully wrong
Beware and behave and begin by begging to belong
And the child sofetly stirs from within.

Clergy cry come correct controversial crime
Metphors many mumble and magnificent mime
Prophets produce ponderous paths for the pure
Saviors surmise strategies simple and secure
And a new life very quietly does begin.

Priest propose problems perplexing and profound
Ministers manipulate the multitudes middle ground
A feverish frenzy of ferver finds fellows forlorn
Hideous hauntings hallow hearts of all heaven born
And the child in the womb remains free of our sin.

While wicked women willfully weave a worrisome way
Malignant men manufacture machinery made for mayday
Riches are righteous, repenting reveals no reward
Beauty becomes bogus bought by beings beyond bored
And the child’s peace prevails genuine.

Corruptions cause columns of calloused creatures
Evil evolves even easier than evil endures
Chilling choices chop chasms twixt chosen and child
Demented doctors destroy daily each daughter defiled
And the child is mankind’s only next of kin.

What way will we wander, with wisdom’s warning wrought
Never needing to nurture near by neighbors for naught
Or yearning for Yesterdays in years yielding to youth
Turn towards Tomorrow to teach the tremendous truth
That the child is our future, as children have always been.

By AFS