The Holy Mans Lie Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I smiled to myself behind the crack in the wall,
Where I spied down on the business below me in the hall.
Normally I hide as a fly in the room,
But this time they sprayed all flies to their doom.

It was the monthly meeting of the competitor clan,
Where they discussed their success, made their new plan.
This time they talked about a new brand of stealth,
To isolate the Leader and reclaim his wealth.

What should I do? Inform his crew?
But this man had lied to protect his closest few.
He told us the opposition was evil, had weapons of war,
But that was all lies. It was to avenge an old score.

Thousands of troops were sent, hiding behind his lie,
Thousands of opponents were slaughtered, children had to die.
What should I do? the Leader is Gods elected man,
Rose as close to Holy as any politician can.

But the Scriptures say that God had avenging angels too,
Should I play dumb and let the assassins do?
What truth should I die for? Even if its true?
Is it my role in life to sacrifice myself for you?

But a guard below saw a tear drop from my eye.
“Intruder’, he shouted, and shot as I let out a cry.
So behind the wall one more had to die.
As another questionable holy man tried to explain why.