The Chosen Ones Poem by DM W

They're God's chosen sons and daughters:
Full of rhetoric; full of grace.
Carrying briefcases full of faith;
Innocent as doves; already saved.
Well groomed; very nicely attired.
They think that they are wired to wisdom:
These keen followers of a plastic 'God'
That illuminates cartoon skies
They claim they're well read messengers;
Not deceived by secular lies.
It appears that they are well prepared
For Armageddon, should it soon arrive.