Fooling Fools Poem by Sandra Feldman

We look for quiet places,
Like mice, holes in the wall,
We want to save our spaces,
But Fraud invades them All,
A Babel Tower disgraces,
Man's interchange with man,
We put on many faces,
As many as we can,
'I'll fool you with good graces',
Chants the ever, horsed-voiced Crow,
My cunning, your stupidity,
Will make my fortune grow.

Epilogue
The Fools of Follylandia,
Thru centuries have not learned,
That Truth and Honor bind you,
To a better, safer World.