True Prophets

Surrounded as you are, poor mortal,
by briars that prick
and pricks that bray,
you still have feet,

stung by scorpions
as stubborn as
they are short-sighted,
you still have your voice.

Stand up and speak
to the contempt of the proud;
fill up your soul
with the scorn of those at ease.

True prophets are without honor.