Judas World

The Recluse sobs quietly In pity For we are beyond hope From the gala ball and powerlunch He does not feel excluded, Our emptiness chronic He came to save us From ourselves His gifts remain unopened, neglected He is riddled With arrogant spit And caustic dismissal Of necktied trolls And beskirted jackals, Forsaken false beacons And yet his song still rings clear Echoing in our hearts So faint Deaf with thick yellow pride We cannot catch the tune, Cannot find our way His arms remain open Waiting with forgiveness For you