For the Power and the Glory

Here is the fire
That burns like a fever
And twists, turns and hurts,

And without any warning at all
Lets its flames lurch.

Here is the fire that
Licks at the blinkered eyes
Of those
Who see fit to let
Judgement’s harsh scythe
Reap the ill gained rewards,

Of the blissfully ignorant
And the deliberately uninformed.

And all the while,
They shake their heads
And point their fingers,
And elevate themselves
To experts
Of subjects
Of which they have
Precisely
Zero knowledge:
They of the forked tongued
Hallelujah sniping judges.

Here is the fire
That cannot to be lessened
But only can grow
In the raging glow of its own elevation.

Here is the fiery rage
Of a passion;

Here is the illuminator

That if not heard
Will be seen
That if not smelt,
Worry not.

Will still be felt.

Quick:
Cover your eyes and your ears and your mouths and your noses.
You're going to get licked.

13th July 2018