I have lived and found the value
Of those who would sit in judgment
As if delegated to pronounce
By some great authority unnamed
For prerequisites so spate
Lend them advantage to pontificate
Through their gyrating aspersions
Do not detract from diversions
At times we are all prone to fumble
Or unattentively occasionally stumble
But some would rather point and prod
Than admit or recognize they are not God
Time has claimed them at last
Bit by bit their age has passed
Yet no legacy good was left behind
No one at their showing, save aligned
Whispered words yet impeaching
Challenge acts and words preaching
Now nothing save the grave to mute all
The earth blankets where misdeeds fall
Oh, but to be just a good person
True kindness and compassion
They are the qualities of saints
No position or title forgo such traits
But what once was important to retain
To recall collectively the follies slain
Now are eraser as if chains that sullied
They fall to the ground ecstatically muddied
So freedom is granted by time's peise
The harbinger of death's justice
Where wagging tongues are silenced
And control and guilt are distressed
Those idols, self-adored, e're dissenter
Shall no longer sit in splendor
In temples of offerings to intrigue
Their worship no more a modest collegue