The madman said some clever things
and had one brilliant idea
but miracles merely fulfilled
expectancies of those who feared

more ancient gods. Many who ringed
the preacher listened but didn't hear
what hardship his ideals would bring
and how his vision would cost dear.

Though words of wisdom helped hope spring,
the parable did not make clear
just how we lilies of the fields
could eke existence year by year.

How on earth could he hope to win
acceptance from more worldly peers
by telling them they should not build
up power and wealth in this life here ?

Insane to think that he could wring
respect from those whose aims he smeared;
resentment rallied the threatened guild;
disaster sailed the course he steered.

But those who prosecuted him
might have done better just to jeer
him out of court, his aura sealed
as worth no more then a passing sneer.

Better maybe to draw his sting
as crazy and let him disappear;
attention maybe was what he willed,
glad for Caesar to interfere.

I as the storm clouds quickly rose,
would have let my opinions quickly slide
but when you're a nutter, I suppose
you don't mind being crucified.