Posted three months ago. With so many new visitors
I thought it should be re-run:
The Society & the Witness
'The time has come' the Witness said,
'To talk of many things:
Of time - and truth - and old truths -
Of false prophecies - and kings -
And why Armageddon's still not here -
And whether dates have wings.'
The Witness and the Society
Walked on a mile or so,
And then rested on a Bible
Conveniently their own:
And all the other Witnesses stood
And waited in a row.
But four young Brothers hurried up.
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed,
Their shoes were clean and neat -
And this was odd, because, you know,
It wasn't time to meet.
'But wait a bit,' the members cried
'Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And not sure we believe all that!'
'No choice!' The Society said.
They thanked them very much for that.
'If seven Elders with seven pens,
Wrote for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Witness said,
'That we could get it clear?'
'I doubt it,'the Society said,
And shed a bitter tear.
A new date,' the Society said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Books and magazines besides
Are very good indeed -
Now if you're ready, Brothers dear,
We can begin to read.
'It seems a shame,' the Witness said,
To play the members such a trick
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Society said nothing but
'We'll use a bigger stick!'
The Society looked at him,
But never a word they said:
The Witness wiped his eye,
And shook his heavy head-
Meaning to say he did not choose
To go where they now led.
'I weep for you,' the Witness said:
'I deeply sympathise.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Books of the largest size,
Holding his Watchtower
Before his streaming eyes.
'O Brothers,' the Society said,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting to the Hall again?'
But answers came there none -
And this was scarcely odd, because
They no longer found it fun.
Trevor