A visionary dies an ignoble death;
who transmute his tale to a fairytale,
and establish themselves to receive as
on his behalf, cash from pilgrims, believers–
all of it lies.
One of the new believers rashly tries
to challenge the powers the fairytale calls Evil,
strikes at the Powers That Be, is caught and dies,
dies an ignoble death… Prophets arise
and transmute the events into a new fable,
glory surpassing the skies.
At a cost, of course, they spread out a table
for all to gather and feast. They, the deceivers,
live yet again from the wealth of the true believers;
one of whom…
I love seekers after Truth, Knowledge, the Meaning of Life, no matter where they are led in belief or unbelief. I loathe those who come after them to distort the message and extort innocent followers. But it’s all an old, old story.
This semi-formal poem was first published in Snakeskin – thanks, George Simmers!
Photo: “Megachurch” by Silly Deity is marked with Public Domain Mark 1.0.