A man standing above the crowd, <br />his podium his first defense, <br />his words his holy confusion. <br />Longing to be one with the crowd, <br />droping your given offense, <br />causing your divinity delusion. <br /> <br />Absorbing all that you hear, <br />believing all that he shows, <br />he has gained control of you. <br />Frightened from his fear, <br />learning all that he knows, <br />making his lies become true. <br /> <br />Conquering, always wanting more, <br />sending around his greedy plate, <br />giving you a sense of security. <br />Black, white, rich or poor, <br />paying your way through the gate, <br />money to wash away impurities. <br /> <br />Drowning you in his empty water, <br />giving in, letting him take control, <br />another part of this process. <br />Now you are closer to the father, <br />now you have security for your soul, <br />now beginning to make progress. <br /> <br />Every step you take, you must have him, <br />you need him to show you the way, <br />never can you do this all alone. <br />He can cure you from every sin, <br />just listen to every word he says, <br />infectious seed, systematically grown. <br /> <br />Not stoping, working for your offspring, <br />neverending, forever living on, <br />the only way you can get within. <br />Only way you know to make the soul sing, <br />searching for your way to become one, <br />still not knowing the words to his hymn. <br /> <br />Wesley Hall - 09/24/05<br /><br />Parable Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/middle-6-man/
