No man should be so blessed
For using hands to paint hate
Instead of life.
To imprint anger on a canvas face
And streak red fingers around another's neck.
Yet, he is praised,
Given an award
By the people and critics
For his mindless serenading--
Wool over every young heart's eyes.
He is welcomed with open arms.
It was a shame and quite and inconvenience
That he be absent from the festivities.
Let the prodigal son come home!
The exiled prince
Rule and
Govern
His way.