Elucidating Questions

It burns. It hurts.

Regardless of me and what I wrote I look back time and time again and see,

The words of a kind man, written by men, passed on to the very people the words were in spite of.

Passed on in a way that would make the ones who were supposed to be set free by this kind person who wanted to set people free of the life he had lived beside them

It would make the ones reliant and subordinate.

For power. Over people.

I don’t see that kind man standing on the hill far away in a way I can’t quite hear what he says but his voice is so kind you have to believe he cared about you too but

I don’t see him.

I look out into the crowds of people who stand listening not to the kind words of the new worlds but the totalitarian mutterings of a man with no one to love

I see the man he loved with his whole being enough to be half of him

Walking to his own death and never telling his own story.

I hear the rage.

But I don’t see it.

I see these people who pull the strings attached to the men who sit on top of thrones and spew the words they choose just as those who edited the book chose

And they shape and mold human beings how they like

For power.

I don’t see the kind man who would give everything just to see his mother and his father have something.

I see those thrones pulling the more powerful the ones who can afford to put their hands in the pockets of the words and use it

To get more power.

I don’t see the man who would take the shirt off his back to offer to a cold person in the rain I don’t see the man who would offer his last bite of food to a child who would have starved as he starves

So please don’t tell me who is your leader.

Whoever your leader may be.

I am indifferent,

I don’t see that man.

And in two thousand eighteen years,

That one great mistake.

Is almost certainly the reason that the words of a kind and gentle and wonderful man who wanted to give everything to save everything

Are still lost between pages unopened by the people who claim to have heard him,

An ancient game of telephone played through the veil of time

And human greed.