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
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