Beware the Patriot, the man who loves what he calls “his country”
above real human beings.
Beware the Military Man, the man whose hands drip with blood.
His uniform is a wall he hides behind,
a bunker in which he crouches, afraid of the light of the Sun.
Beware the Journalist, the man who views the world in a fairground mirror,
distorting the dream into a Nightmare, for filthy lucre’s sake.
Beware the Lawmaker, the man who climbs the Spider’s Web,
rewiring it as he goes. His portion is in the Pit.
Beware the Preacher, whose noisy delivery
disguises the thunderstorm of his doubt; who uses others
as a ladder on which to climb to Heaven.
Beware the Artist and the Poet; both shall be judged “guilty”
of doing too little to open eyes
through fear and greed.
Beware the Humanist, the man who holds up a mirror to nothing,
and falls in love with his own reflection.
Beware the Fascist of the Left who, wallowing in the vat
of low self-esteem,
projects the worth of others onto himself and,
angry as only the worthless can be,
espouses values he doesn’t understand.
Beware MAN, whose heart is black.
Many thanks to Marcus Ranum for the figures.
Many thanks to Falln-stock
for the smoke.