R.E. Slater - A King of Folly

A King of Folly

by R.E. Slater

For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer,

he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror;

for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he

has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was.

- James 1.23-24 (ESV)

To the King of Folly whose wisdom
    runs dry like rivers in drought -

Whose follies lie worthless as deserts

    absorbing their own acid rains.

Whose fractured thoughts echo

    daily sycophant dreams,

Warped and estranged in unholy

    flattery's indulgent haste.

Who build’st golden, gilded towers

    on the shifting sands of turning tides -

Proclaiming seering mockeries

    that stab and hate unbowed knees.

Every word a poison that chokes and rots,

each lie a festering wound meant to kill.

Thy haughty counsel strides

   heaven and earth in mighty roar -

Tracing the mortal lives of men

    across its directionless glare.

Thy pomposity soars to the heavens

    mocking reason, caution, or claim -

And vanity stand'st fetid chambers in

    uplifted chin and waggling tongue.

Believng all the world is thine

    to remake in graven image,

thy bluster its throne

    'neath a crown of derision.

Across mere span of months and years

    sense stands aside in exhausted despair -

Though truth refuses any such games yet

    its speech falls hollow hardened souls.

So here’s to the Greatest Marvel of our Age -

Hail, to our King of High Folly,

    exalted and lifted up,

A born deceiver - our man of lawlessness,

    untamed and untameable.

A chosen nation's man-made golden calf

    whose false signs and wonders -

Rises its golden altar of unholy deeds

    and ruinous destructions.

Hail, O' King,

Hail, O' Nation,

Unwise, and

Alone.

R.E. Slater

April 16, 2026

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