Poem 009: The Words Of Sir Wit Poem by Samer Madbak

Is tenderness fruitless, is love but deceit,
And friendship but pointless, and grace obsolete
Wit says that goodwill is well out-of-date
And time we adopted the standards of hate.

Is kindness but worthless, or goodness but vain
And bounty but foolery, mercy insane
Wit says the object of life is delight
Attained through imposture, distortion and spite.

Is peace more than trumpery, favor unwise?
Devoutness unyielding and virtue disguise
Wit says that selfishness, treachery, fraud
Are pathway to gladness, and access to God.

Come then, my brethren, let’s put into deeds
The words of sir Wit and his wonderful creeds.


Beirut
April 13th 1987