Prince Of This World Poem by Andrew C P Carnegie

John 10: 12

The hired hand is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep. So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. Then the wolf attacks the flock and scatters it.

Prince of this World

The prince of this world was not created,
His nature was never begotten,
Oh if only it could be forgotten,
But that darkness is that rejected,
An absence so complete,
It could be pure, yet cannot compete,
And that prince rides out,
His malicious cry, simple doubt,
Fallen malice raising a mace of avarice,
Sweeping the flanks when backs are turned,
Worm tongue whispers whilst nights so young,
Stay away from church today,
What was it that you thought they say,
Why not seek revenge and make them pay,
Let us not work but go on holiday,
And peer review will be the tool,
That creates an illusion of confusion,
And screw tape can contemplate,
Opening some different gates.

@Andrew Carnegie, Sunday 8th January,2016.