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.
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