Colin F. Jones

MIRRORING

When I become them, they accuse themselves;
Scorn themselves by soundly scorning me.
Those who like ringing their own loud bells,
Who only yours but not their own faults see;
Those who feel unaccountable, above reproach,
Those who feel immune to critical eye,
Who, with false authority, angrily approach
When one questions their reason why.
Rebuke a friend and he will express his thanks,
Correct the selfish; they will react with rage,
Advise the learned they will hide in pranks,
The jesters of the turning page.
… And he, who is silent, does not want to know,
For ignorance is no longer an errors foe.