Madness is placed in the faith of the few,
And truth in the faith of the masses.
Keeping their pompous parochial view,
The pagan put off, the pastor surpasses.
Human proportions, put in our classes,
Planning the form of our own execution.
As children, belittled for wearing their glasses,
Thought must endure through the day's persecution.
Life must convert from this cold constitution,
The populace pressing their policies made.
All will be faced with their own retribution,
When fallacies fall, and fantasies fade.
Theories abandoned, abundance forbade
The wisest of people to pierce through the veil.
For many a woe the "Copernicus" paid,
Awaiting the proof of "Columbus's" sail.
People still search for the Lord's Holy Grail,
Yet cast a cursed eye at the alien sought.
Insanity heard in minority's wail,
Reality marked in majority's thought.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
I can feed the Pigeons.
John