False Hope

He is sinister who trades in false hope,
And yet, the world beats a path to his door.
Just watch them.
They cannot get enough of his catnip.

I have seen them walk right around true hope—
The wisdom of the ages—
To get to the false.
They call evil good and good evil,
Intoxicated with the promise of ease,
And mindless that there’ll be Hell to pay later.

Woe to us!
So vulnerable still to this original scheme—
Barely able to manage our minds
And still unwilling to learn the lesson
Of this world.

We could learn to do better,
But there’s always the hope
That we don’t have to.

How blessed are those few
Who have dared to listen.

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