No mirror for reflection in his mind
He says whatever suits that moment’s wish
Thus he is to truth disabled, blind
Pride and power make all of us unkind.
But reflecting deeply shows us what’s amiss.
There’s no mirror for reflection in his mind
In phantasy, we get what we design.
But fancied love won’t give a fleshly kiss.
We are to truth and justice surreal,blind
To find the truth we cannot be malign
Must view with horror what we once dismissed
Who can use those mirrors in their minds?
Judging of our leaders is no crime;
For we judge our selves and that is less than bliss
When leaders lie, the world is undermined
He has no self at all, if all’s his wish.
Inevitable,catasrophic, the abyss
He has no space for mirrors in his mind
Now he is to wisdom doubly blind.
How my heart sings 