How naive are our, ‘lovers of wisdom’?
How furtively they err, like children
who put on the garb of their Elders.
Their heart’s desire made manifest by abstract dialectic.
Their ‘inspirations’, a prejudice, after the event.
Still, like children, such advocates for Truth
deny their own advocacy once the ruse is discovered.
We, who are fastidious, can observe the unsubtle play
of the Old Preachers, now painted and patched…
Though we may wonder at their lack of courage,
and the hocus-pocus of their gaudy art.
Year on year, the masquerade, increases in volubility.