No Claim To Fame

They manage to keep a fanned flame These ones with no claim to fame They don’t trade, build or make Yet heralds ogle for their sake And I to myself only wonder That I find no rhyme or reason in my ponder But I keep my opinion conservative For my appetite craves no weird narrative That one can be famed for nothing It just doesn’t fit my hearing Once there was respect for the audience Until stardom clouded many a conscience With sound worth one had to be endowed Before presenting oneself before a crowd And a few had glimpses of glories With quotes and works transcending histories Others galant warriors and wise chieftains Glorified outlaws and vilified villains Men had their names on their rights and wrongs As preserved in folklore, poetry and songs And until ideology once more underpins Character, manners and disciplines Ethics, decency and social order Evil will have many for fodder To be grazed on and trampled underfoot Thinning fortune that another may have loot And if you cringe at this possible end Then with every fibre of you strive and fend For the return of righteousness in our midst As the bare and common at the very least K. Muitherero.