their own foolishness
by Elouise
Crumbling beneath the weight
Of their own foolishness
Kicking hard-won ground
From beneath their feet
Fools crown themselves
With honor and glory
Sporting signs of faux nobility
Grown thin and ragged
They flaunt flimsy garments
Of shifting sand and ironclad
Beliefs now hanging precariously
In the balance of truth and justice
Passersby stop to gaze at the
Horror of this new world now
Showing in museums everywhere
As bluster turns to tired old mantras
Long past their overdue dates not
Likely to appear in deserted cinemas
It’s a matter of time.
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 18 July 2018
Photo found at dailymail.co.uk; the old Paramount Theater in Newark, New Jersey, USA
celebrityitis is a culture we humans created, till the next ones appear, it’s the same as changing the car, the next one will be more entertaining, fine poem
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interesting comment! Thanks, bwc! I do hope our next Great Entertainer is less foolish. More given to wisdom and truth and the skill of listening.
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thanks
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You’re welcome
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He/she would almost have to be!
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Hi, Dan. I hope we’ve seen the worst, though I’m not betting on it. I’m finding Proverbs about how to deal with fools helpful these days, sad to say. Thanks for your comment.
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I think you got that right Elouise, I read it twice,
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Thank you kindly, Brian.
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This thought rings through my head often lately: The emperor has no clothes. But perhaps I misread your poem. I know my heart aches in these days.
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Your comment rings true. Thanks, David.
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