A current thread got me to thinking about a little poem I wrote many years ago. I wonder how many other pseudo poets we have here. If you're one, show us your stuff. Here's my little contribution.
Of Bigotry
He dwells within his arrogance,
On high and lofty planes,
On Haughty plateaus far above
The common and mundane,
Arrayed in florid raiment
Of elegance and grace,
With ornaments of dignity
And pharisaic face.
With opulent embellishments
Of splendid social fashion,
With grand delusive effigies
Of conscience and compassion,
He luxuriates and savors sweet
His rapturous pretension
Of eminence and majesty,
In regal ostentation.
But from his hallowed precipice
Of pompous privilege,
He condescends to gaze upon
A grievous assemblage.
For there, beneath his apogee
Of pious self-perception,
Exists a bold and fearsome bane
Of ignoble conception.
Effete and paltry commoners
Of vulgar inclination,
Who wallow in the consequence
Of their predestination,
They rant and rave incessantly
With torturous persistence
And writhe ferociously against
Their own profane existence.
For they are not his cultured kind
And cannot contemplate
The Providence that so ordained
Their sad and wretched state.
And in their gall and ignorance,
They dare presume to be
Deserving, all and one the same,
Of equal dignity!
Accursed with scarce intelligence
And squalid moral nature,
Pathetically do they aspire
To his exquisite stature.
Prodded and misguided by
Covetous disdain,
They plot and scheme defilement
Of his fair and pure domain.
Portending such a damnable
And foul adulteration,
Their rank and rude effrontery
Is sobering vexation.
But surely, God would not
That hateful coalition
Eer behold their evil plan
Unfold to its fruition.
And so, with vigilance and stance,
He guards his noble station,
Staunch and stern against
Their throngs of degradation.
And he will stay his solemn course,
Undaunted by their strife,
And reverently give thanks to be
A higher form of life.