Pundits

The arrogant despise his arrogance. The proud detest his pride. The corrupt criticize his corruption. The immoral spurn his immorality. He is hated by those who hate, rejected by those who reject and judged by those who judge. But heat has raised their dross in the cauldron of words making if float for all to see. What claimed purity is now revealed as polluted. What was appealing is now covered with its own imperfection. They pretend to be sentinels of right, night watchmen preserving peace in darkened streets, While failing to recognize him, the one they want to kill, as one of their own.