Poetry

          Performers on the World Stage

They are performers on the World’s great stage

Who live sad lives of chronic poverty,

Rising early each morning to engage

Life’s tasks without the prospect of Glory.

When Lady Luck comes by, they get a call

And, one by one, the yellow buses come,

And, in great hordes, they’re stuffed in ‘till they’re full,

And off they go, forgetting where they’re from.

Eventually they’re at the capital:

The light comes on, the show’s about to start.

They act and sing and dance and make a fool

Out of themselves—satisfied playing their part.

   If they would use the eyes God gave to them,

   They’d see right through the Adversary’s sham.