For the Sage, Activist, and the Liar

The Sage, Activist, and the Liar,

Men whose repute did front arrive.

We wail and mourn, ashes drier,

For those who think you still alive.

Decive. Discern. Decide! Decide!

Those who think you still alive!

The Sage who brought the proverb few,

An’ left us glad with our wisdom bent.

Wove stories, fables and filled the pews,

To know the practices, and balance the fence.

Declare the word; the Sage is dead!

Listen to what he did and said!

And Activist your flair and fuss,

To help the poor, to break the norm.

Reorient their thoughts of us,

We, of whom, the world does scorn.

The Activist, his flesh is torn,

A body, limp, in dew of morn.

And last the Liar, few do know,

But gladly sing your melody.

Even though your character shows,

That’s not whom you prove to be.

Self Sacrifice, humility,

The Liar himself, crucified with these..

The heart of those content to rest,

With scaled eyes and distant gaze,

Morns the three they knew best,

The Liar, Activist and the Sage.

A savior stripped of his power to save,

Is champion-less over the grave.

For the Sage, Activist, and the Liar

The Sage, Activist, and the Liar,

Men whose repute did front arrive.

We wail and mourn, ashes drier,

For those who think you still alive.

Decive. Discern. Decide! Decide!

Those who think you still alive!

The Sage who brought the proverb few,

An’ left us glad with our wisdom bent.

Wove stories, fables and filled the pews,

To know the practices, and balance the fence.

Declare the word; the Sage is dead!

Listen to what he did and said!

And Activist your flair and fuss,

To help the poor, to break the norm.

Reorient their thoughts of us,

We, of whom, the world does scorn.

The Activist, his flesh is torn,

A body, limp, in dew of morn.

And last the Liar, few do know,

But gladly sing your melody.

Even though your character shows,

That’s not whom you prove to be.

Self Sacrifice, humility,

The Liar himself, crucified with these..

The heart of those content to rest,

With scaled eyes and distant gaze,

Morns the three they knew best,

The Liar, Activist and the Sage.

A savior stripped of his power to save,

Is champion-less over the grave.