The Jobless Prophet

You see him on the streets sometimes, other times he's nowhere to be found, but regardless of whether he's seen by a collect few or by none, he's somewhere, deep in thought, deep in prophecy, receiving visions from on high, for a single ma'am - a lone wolf or for those that concern the multiples down to the miniscule. Whether they receive these, the rare occasions when he speaks and when he shares, or if they choose to reject his perspectives of life and the future, he's there, in the invisible shadow of broad daylight and in the piercing, loud quiet of 4am. He's most often communicating through the medium of copper wires and fibreglass, the great library of incorrect information, you see he's quite shy by nature but he's a valiant stalwart werewolf when the meek are threatened by the cowardly strong, he's sending arrows by distance, to pierce the imposing darkness that the fiend brings. From vision to shield, let his arrows cloak the downtrodden and let the fallen angels beware, the jobless prophet despises evil work.