The wise men

Those who call themselves the wise believe themselves to be

Boot straps pulled with gold steps

Appointed tyranny

The knowers of all right and just,

think all bow to the knee

These men who pontificate

Forget, you see

Arbitrators of the truth

They can never be

They can yell and shout and scream

to make all their decrees

Stays the prismatic spark

Rebellion never cease

Stronger than alleged hate

from their soliloquies

Opalescent shall survive

Love endures centuries