MAN OF MANIFESTERING DESTINY

He looked — and all he saw,

Was vulgar — of utter contempt,

So he made the extreme call,

If despicable — share the lament;

Share the wicked and the blight,

Split wealth and misery,

Take it to everyone in sight,

Yes, it was his destiny!

To give of his evil,

So others would know,

That he — he was able,

And yes, he was that low;

Of sacred scrit he held a loathing,

The creed of a nation was moot,

To usurp power with kingly ring,

Destroy a people, a nation to boot;

The mirror showed through fractured glass,

A truer image of he,

When all the dust and blood had passed,

He was the one of manifestering destiny!

PTR October 5-6, 2010