Oh, venerated pious phantoms
Wallowing
in woeful worship,
Would
you know the difference between
Deference
and self-respect?
Basking
in the adoration,
Yearning
to be glorified,
Seeking
profound crowd-approval,
Knowing
not what to expect.
Here
we tip and toe the line.
Here
we wait and quiet stay.
In
this house of humble homage
Honor
bids us to obey.
Out
there where the world awaits
With
talons drawn in malefaction
Glides
the eagle of swift motion
Living
just for satisfaction.
In
the middle
Of
the muddle
Where
we lack in confidence,
We
must walk in silent awe
Cloaked
in earnest reverence.
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