What poor fools be these?

They sit in fear and ignorance,

They weep for the unjustice of the world,

yet they squander their own freedoms.

What sad carrion be these?

They mock higher powers,

While trying to be superior by themselves.

They seek to live in riches made in life,

Caring nothing for what happens after death.

Who are these lowly children?

They forget the stories of their lineage,

Wishing that fiction be made real,

All while doing nothing to improve the real with the ideas that fictions bring.

You squanders of men seek signs and miracles,

You seek to raise up Saul,

When you ought to seek the Creator’s judgement.

What poor fools are we.