Conku In Progress

The Beheading of Thomas Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors With the rabble and unwashed masses The Squires shall reside above With men at arms and knights of superior glove Allegiances to kings and royal courts Let the bishops sort out the cohorts Be deceived not by those with no letters Saying they are poets for the better They worship their own idol minds While the wise ones seek out their own kind Seekers who only find battle Silent ones who preach with loud voices Forewarning to the masses You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes Walk among the islands grazing sheep Contemplation rewards the humble and meek Trumps Rubies may shine today Under rubble I assure you They shall be one day