sit in righteous judgment
Casting the first stone
against their fellow.
A harsh mirror, from the
carnie, the fun house
Distorts their features
a parody of themselves
when their own sin is
exposed, shone across the
dial, the web, the real-time news cycle
How far the mighty climb
in the Temple
How far they fall
When the shards of their glass house
crumbles under the weight
of their hubris
November 3, 2006 21:50
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1 comment:
This one is especially good. Reminds me of Matthew chapter 23 when Jesus said "Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!"
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