The Surprise Prophet Poem by James Tipp

The Surprise Prophet

Like the prophets of old he stands unrepentant, challenging
Hair long and listless, eyes bulging and intense, but also that smile
The charge is your facetious, the challenge, who gave you the right?
Unlike the establishment figure, there is no denial, I take that right.
Facetious, why not, he disarms his interrogator, by not playing the game.
He elicits from the questioner his tacit agreement of much he is saying,
Challenges with the question, "Are you saying there are no alternatives"
We watch enthralled as this cracked and sometime broken human spokesman
Rails at injustice to the poor, corruption of the bankers, indifference of politicians,
Speaks with passion and commitment and conviction that change must come.
Is he the spokesman of choice? No, yet he falls into the category of Prophet
Those individuals called with a purpose often from the margins, odd balls.
So I question myself, does the messenger negate the message, hardly.
So Russell Brand, I find myself saluting you, for your words, your vision
Your care and thought for the poor and oppressed, those on the outside,
I caution you as well to remember another prophetic voice, that wrote,
Of the problem of humanity, don't forget Orwell's Farm, or his pigs.

© J Tipp