Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The archer or guard accompanies a message,
His commands are beleaguering and foolish;
Mighty workers of righteousness are fully clothed,
Their piety is all-accomplishing like a non-liar.
The government is a compass and a map,
The journey is ongoing like a dangerous weapon.
We see the small print of ages past,
A historian shall treat you right like an ass.
His writing is beyond help, he lives among the trekkers
Of the countryside that sways and remarks.
May the commands and comments of living
Be like the archer or guard, a funny fellow of grace.