They Say

It took me sixteen years to write the first four lines,

And after those first few rhymes it all poured out,

There was a flood and nothing could halt my mind.

It never let me sleep it never let me eat all I could do was write.

I didn't have time for jealousy or sloth or greed or spite,

All I could do was scribble down verses till my fingers bled

So instead of wasting my wayward hours with bygone glowers

I wrote one hundred thousand poems to show the world

Exactly what I thought of its towers and political powers.

But when I was at last free from my writing spree,

I found that no one had paid any attention at all to me.

They were all talking about the man who had traveled,

And who had leveled the conflict in the middle east

Who had brought together the preacher rabbi and priest.

So my words were never really much noticed,

But I didn't mind.

They say the man left nothing behind

They say he traveled with only what he could carry

They say he spoke clearly and commandingly

And where e'er he went people followed him closely.

When he said the word, wars were ended,

And when he gave the signal, corrupt corporations

Found themselves undefended, and soon to be gone.

They say he traveled on the wind itself

Went to wherever it did blow him

And where ever he found himself.

A problem was solved, a dispute was ended.

Peacemaker

Protector

and Justicator were his names,

Though they were among many

And if he had any,

His names were also

Duty

Sacrifice

and Obedience.

So he found himself in Jerusalem,

And there he did teach.

Though many accused him

Of attempting to preach.

So they killed him,

But little did they know

That his death knell did not only toll

But that he would be leading the charge,

When the rider of the white horse returned again.