Picket

by niallkillian

By the content of my character! he howled
Judge me by this I beg of you, brothers
Invoking that late pastor from Georgia
A counterfeit laced with expletive
Appropriation of premise without grace

Scrutinise him then by his own measure
A sheep wandering with a rabid flock
Whipped in to a frenzy by fallacy
Choosing only the slogans in favour
Ignorant of truth, bombastic oblivion!

And he is found wanting

And they are found blind