Spin Doctor Spin Poem by Christopher Fladd

Where is the adjutant martyr
if the divine incarnate acts for self?
Cloaked in blackened stagnant water,
lurking leech on bottommost shelf.
Why does his life seem much harder
to the point of sacrificing self?

Where is the judgments teacher,
when shown the hypocrite lector?
Hiding behind disillusion, obscurity,
making sure non can see
the teachings which he left inside
the boys he trained to go and die.