The jester plays the fool in the courtrooms of the world;

As the judges make their benches the hardest of them all.

The traitors have ‘not reason’ for their loyalty gone wrong

Whilst the tramps still trudge the road of poverty and fate.

The artist paints a picture to camouflage his mind

And the sculptor chops and changes to fashion his ideas.

The writer is ‘at home’ in his leaves and his spines

As the astronaut sets his sights upon the moon.

Yet the undertaker is in grave danger of being buried by his work

And the journalist is pressed

Whilst the poet scans his lines.