Why

A Poetry of Whys by Joel F.

You know he is not an oracle,
Why are you under his spell?

You know he is not a king,
Why are you enslaved by his ring?

You know he is not a prophet,
Why do you quiver when he trumpets.

You know he is not a song,
Why do you feel the rhythm and sing along?

You know he is all lies.
But for you he is your truth.
Why?