Only a Fool ....

As I tend to share some quotes from my work, I thought I would
 share this one from my latest novel, Vocation of a Gadfly 


It is a poem called 'Dixit Insipiens'.

Only a fool says in his heart

There is no Creator, no King of kings,

Only mules would dare to bray

These lethal mutterings.

Over darkened minds as these

The Darkness bears full sway,

Fruitless, yet, bearing fruit,

In their fell, destructive way.

Sterile, though proliferate,

A filthy progeny sees the day,

When Evil, Thought and Action mate:

Breeding sin, rebels and decay.

The blackest deeds and foul ideals,

Multiply throughout the earth,

Through deadened, lifeless, braying souls,

The Darkness labours and gives birth.

Taking the Lord’s abundant gifts

And rotting them to the core,

They dress their dish and serve it out

Foul seeds to infect thousands more.

‘The Tree of Life is dead!’ they cry,

‘And that of Knowledge not enough,

Let us glut on the ashen apples

Of Sodom and Gomorrah.’

Have pity on Thy children, Lord,

Left sorrowing on this earth,

While fools and all their kindred

Cast shadows with their murk,

And to the dwindling wise,

They toss their heads and wryly smirk.

The world daily grinds to dust

Virtue’s fair unicorns,

Rather, it would now beget

Vice’s mutant manticores.

Wisdom crushed, our joy is gone,

Buried under anxious fears

For lost rights and freedoms,

We shed many bitter tears.

Death is life, Life is no more,

Humanity buried in a tomb,

In a fatal prenatal world

Where tiny flowers

Are ripped from the womb,

Discarded, thrown away,

Inconvenient lives

That barely bloomed.

Our elders fare no better,

Their wisdom unwanted by and by,

Boarded out to end their days,

And forsaken are left to die.

Only the youthful and the useful,

In this capital age prosper and fly.

Yet, they too are quickly strangled,

Before their future plans are met,

Professions legally pre-enslaved

Held bound by mounting student debt.

Our leaders all harangue for peace

Yet perpetrate the horror,

Of economic greed shored up

Through manufactured war.

Our armies now welter

In foreign civilian gore.

How many of our kin are slain

For hollow martial honour?

As if we could forget, ignore,

The scourge of nuclear power,

Alas, victors are rarely tried

For their woeful crimes of war.

Hope and pray we never see

A repeat of Hiroshima.

No more!

Crimes are legion,

The deeds of devil-spawn!

What has happened to the souls

Your Divine Image was minted on?

They are now recast:

Crooked coins of Caesar and

The Whore of Babylon.

How often mankind shuts its ears

To Your music celestial,

Mankind would rather march

To the anthems of Hell.

If humanity cannot be reclaimed

By Your Mercy and great Love

Deservedly we should be struck

By Vengeance from above.

Many dread the Final Day,

And the Crack of Doom

For others the Apocalypse

Will never come too soon.

‘Lift up your heads, be glad’,

Fools shall bray no more

For at last the Master comes

To thresh His threshing floor.

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