Why are prophets despised
for speaking across time,
for opening eyes
to truths, forgotten or unknown,
for exposing lies
with proofs that cut to the bone,
in truth, I understand the mob,
the pitchforks, the hunt,
and the moan
of a mind unprepared
for the wisdom
and light it’s been shown,
that recoils as if threatened
by this thing, yet unknown,
and the hands, that by the mind
do all that they do,
seize, kill, and bury
the poor soul who argued contrary
to all that they knew.
