A Poet

There's a man we all know

From long, long ago

And he taught about life,

and about living.

His lessons were songs

Of loving and poems

Of giving and often forgiving.

But, so now I have heard

That they've taken his word

To justify killing and dying.

And that wars are fought

Using truths he has taught.

You can't tell me that

Someone ain't lying.

So then what is the news?

But beer, cheese, and the blues,

While waiting for sports

And the weather.

And for each poet I know,

On a lonely hill grows

A tree with its roots

In the heather.