The Street Evangelist
THE STREET EVANGELIST
There is a new dark shroud of wintry mass,
Covering the hidden beauty of the land.
It emanates from a deceptive layer
Of smooth-honeyed words which stroke
Their spiteful way into artless minds,
Hearing with open conduits.
The charlatan, dressed up
As a worthy preacher,
Smirks through his enticing act
Of treachery, no one, listening
Except the crazed followers to nowhere.
The rest of humanity go about
Their untroubled business
Without a furtive glance,
Disappearing into thin air.
Perhaps a single raised eyebrow
Betrays profound disdain.
Otherwise, life goes on
As though quackery is far from
All circles of sane thought.
Copyright © Bill Drayton | Year Posted 2022
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