Savior of the Age

One word upon another, on each page, Goes prattling on the gossip of the age. On very rare occasions does one see The worthy words which languish to be free. At every corner, glimpses one can get Of tiresome puppets of the art who fret: All their delusions, dreams can never be Much more than vile and vapid vanity. From time to time, some poser on the stage Will claim to be the savior of the age. He shocks, amuses or evokes disdain In those who must appraise his claim to fame. And, thusly, mankind stumbles day by day, Along the path of ignorant display. So few remain who wait hoping to see The noble man who came to set them free! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com