King David

Oh King David,

King of the land

Chosen one to spread the word.

How low you have fallen!

Even Kings are men,

And men are weak.

Hands moved to action

By deceit in our hearts,

And conviction wanes.

Did your spirit cry out

Against your flesh?

When you claimed her as yours

And murdered her lover?

Did any grain of wisdom

Resist the surge of want?

Or did it simply slope,

Beneath the weight of sin.

Your men were off at war

And you sat idle

Baring bitter fruit.

Your shoulders though broad

Could not bare the souls of men

Much less resist the evil one.

That came after you,

And somehow you’re called

A man after his own heart.

Curious, if

A murderer

Liar,

Adultering,

King,

Can somehow be justified,

Maybe there’s hope for me yet.

– Vagabond Prophet