Colin F. Jones

HOW GREAT THOU ART

The world is unworthy of those who find their souls,
For they have reached their fundamental goals,
And cannot speak with those of loud demand,
Stating their claims to things they don’t understand.
He who chides his leader chides himself,
For he envies all his power and his wealth,
And hides in criticism his substantial plight,
For he believes that only his biased thought is right.
Thus is all the defects he doth claim to see,
In the other man with whom he can’t agree,
For he who scorns his leader while he’s free,
Doth in reversal cower on bended knee…
For on the hill where the rounds won’t reach,
Stand all the experts who demean and preach.