Have pity on the poor old human
tired and warn and broken.
I do not envy such a man
to whom not a word is spoken.
Fallen from the mount
fanned by palms nevermore
his back is bent
his back is sore.
He will not rise to heaven;
it is not there,
so do not pity the false prophet
whose lies were made aware,
and though we let him walk the earth
we **** him with despair.