Monday, March 09, 2015

A Harsh Mirror – v3

For those who grab the spotlight
who sit in righteous judgment;
sitting in glass houses
fully exposed, vulnerable
like the emperor with no clothes.
Casting the first stone
against their fellow man.

A harsh mirror, from
the carnie, the fun house
Distorting 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, the Pharisees;
How far they fall, how they shatter,
When the shards of their glass houses
crumble under the weight
of their own hubris, their piety,
judging all the rest.

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edited March 9, 2015
A Harsh Mirror – v3

(merging edits to version 2 and original)
edited June 25, 2014
A Harsh Mirror – v2
November 3, 2006 21:50
A Harsh Mirror

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