Jay-Pa-Theh Poem by S.W. Clark

Jay-pa-theh
could never say
why others could not dear him.
Never spoiled by another's charm
and less did they fear him.

Despising what the cantor sung
and hating the bullish proctor.
He rather live his life alone
than follow one he could not foster.

Jay-pa-theh
was never honored with
endearing virtues of glory.
None had cared for the daring truth
nor would listen to the rebel's story.

He could sing and wit
love and hope
much better than the ones with the light,
but being in darkness behind the crowd,
none experienced his wondrous might.