Holy Fool Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

Holy fool
Clad in white
Rarely with sole
Armed with Weapons
Ready for the kill

Holy fool
Master in arts
Dancing on the brink
Longing for the purse
Head full of tricks

Holy fool
Speak many tongues
Shake like the lilies
Eyes full of ladies
Theatrical supple

Holy fool
Far from the Holy
Close to death
Licks the tomb
Lead to hell

Holy fool
Look at them
There and Here
Loved to be hated
Sought to be held

Holy fool
Run from now
I mean for your life
Continue to run
Till you find the Holy One