The High Horse

The High Horse

Berating those who disagree,

With perceived self-insight

Of the highest degree,

Loathes he any opposition with all might.

When speaking to followers of the way,

He chastises their beliefs, of course,

Keeping criticism of the prophet at bay,

While seated regally on his own high horse.

“Detruncations and any violence you should expect.

Your crusades a despicable volition.

It is pass time for that sect

To play out its true core and mission.”

Only with inner municipiorum he sees

Identity with those the majority he thinks oppresses.

But to prophet he prays on his knees,

At the way he explicitly down dresses.

When other varia are killed or suffer,

When national protectors downed,

Ignores them he, creating a buffer,

Not to tilt his anointed crown.

Redefining lone lupus triumphs,

While hugging the mater proditionem,

Showing contempt for traditional roots, he trumps

The nation's heart and soul with ad hominem.

“I am the new way of thinking,

My purpose to cleanse the nation.

Purging history, and it linking

To radical and complete transformation.”