when I was a child <br />the grim moralists <br />stood in corners <br />dispensing dry words; <br />the preachers with their smooth discourses <br />stood on library steps <br />in my teenage years <br />hoping to ensnare <br />young inquisitive minds; <br />the propagandists blared out on stage <br />or got on to the stations <br />and delivered persuasive tones on the radio; <br />but nowadays <br />it seems <br />these dry moralists <br />these changeling preachers <br />these weasel propagandists <br />they have all changed tact <br />they have turned to verse <br />to complete unfinished business<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moralists-propagandists-and-preachers/
