Snake Oil Salesman Courtesy Thomas E. Coghlan
Charlatans
Prophets, preachers, pontiffs and proselytizers,
pontificating to those they know are just losers.
Comforters, conspirators, counselors all,
conspire to gather the weak to their call.
Imposters, inquisitors, influencers of ilk,
impose fantasies on others smooth as silk.
Politicians, pundits, spread their pall,
purging their opponents with a war call.
So many believers and so few with concern,
so many just following others to learn.
When will they ever recognize charlatans,
embedded in their midst like chameleons?
When will they ever think on their own?
When will they, their own mind, call home?
Answers to those questions is close at hand,
but when will free will overcome joining the band?
Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull
5/29/24
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Rebecca
It would be so much easier if it were merely a couple of clowns selling the venum oil, but it is a contagion worth worrying about.
Your piece would be a good response to the deluge of emails that will only pick up steam in the coming months of mail-order chameleons.
Regis (Reg)