Take Care Poem by Ronald Shields

There is power in seeming certain - danger also.
When the Witch is dead you will be held to account for promises made.
Dorothy and her companions, scarred and fresh from the kill
demand something more than thirty pieces.
They will clamor for truth, justice, hope - all the virtues
held so dearly at arm's length.
Take care Mr. Wizard.
Take care to tread lightly where hearts and minds are concerned.
Take care to speak softly, quiet as fog and clear as the call to prayer.
Take care, take care.