Prophet Tears
Put your faith in me, I promise that I’m
Right: let me lead you out of the desert,
Out of the wilderness, where no more hurt
Puts its heavy load on your back, like Time.
Harken to me: ev’rywhere there is crime
Edging onto our lives; don’t feel like dirt,
Take matters into your hands and convert.
Save your immortal souls: send me a dime.
Profit: what does it prophet a poor man?
Riches in Heaven for riches on Earth?
Our Father looks upon all this as a sham:
First know yourself and you’ll know your true worth.
Invest in a future safe from the worms:
Take stock of your lives; they’re excellent terms.
Sonnet XXIV
