Nuanced

A Prophet had a fit, a seizure induced vision,

so he advised the King of times to come

where the birds would no longer sing, herds

of cattle could drop where they stood, wheat

wither in the wake of winds from dark woods.

Foggy futures past, like dew from blades of grass,

the King didn’t listen, was engrossed in the profits

that he engorged upon, was made fat and mad on,

the Prophet tossed in jail for causing ruckus amongst

the peoples with perceived tales spun, a due date was

set for him to be strung up like a marionette, hung.

It’s a dangerous business for prophets to talk on profits,

even when intentions are valiant, chicken hawks won’t admit

the truth, acquit, twist proof from fear, all are counterfeit.

Read history, not every story ends happily ever after,

The mad prosper, the bad escape, good die in their wake,

Proceed to build with eyes open, know evil, know virtue,

Life isn’t black and white, a nuanced state of mind 2 keep.