Agent Provocateur


Oh noble savage in the fern,
some things you know, some things you learn,
while altruistic values churn.

Your need was us, you feigned concern:
your empathy was ours to earn.
When other cheeks refused to turn,
the purest did by guilt discern.

Enamored by the words you voiced,
your acolytes were green and moist;
with single-mindedness you foist
your banner that the faithful hoist,
above the smoke – the mob rejoiced.

You did them “well”, no battles won,
your legions marched into the sun;
by actions were your words undone.

Your holy grail became an urn;
to find your heaven, we must burn.