Jotham’s Parable

Endings trend toward their Beginnings
Like a loop of sorts hanging over heads
You know……..
What comes around, goes around
The kind of predetermined aftereffect 

And so it is with the ones 
Conspiring behind the backs of its people
Maliciously scheming…….
Dream casting renderings and plots with kinsfolk
The kind that spills the blood of dynasty, Judged

Save the one that gets away
While the others are exterminated 
Savagely sacrificed……..
Congregating beside the Great Oak
And coronation by pillar of pagan praise

Nothing good ever comes out
Of the likes of these and they
Bad business…….
Reckless and ruthless shrubs without branches
Holding and wielding reign over those above them

Unfortunate actors of allowance and tolerance
Because the ones who should
Never would…….
Absorbed in their own futile concerns 
For things that only last no more than a split second

For example…….
When exhorting the Emperor of Olives
You must take this into consideration
“Men and gods are honored”
By the oil it brings forth to hallow and ordain

Role relinquishing?
To cover, and shelter the other trees?
Justifiably having much better things to do
We all know……..
It’s not going to happen!  

And while imploring the King of Figs
You should also do well to remember the same
It gives ‘sweet’ and ‘good’ fruit to the masses 
And its leaves were the first of its kind to cover ruined potential
Should it be asked to do more?

And how about the Royal Vine?
Whose “New Wine makes men and gods happy”
Filling vats with rich clusters for tasting and preserving
To leave it all behind for something so absurd
Would be the most fatuous idea ever conceived

Hence, the task is accepted by the one
Who can only offer, if anything at all, at most
The prickly discomfort of thorns
With one condition required to rule
That all must bow to take its shade and be covered 

A bush, unlike the other noble trees
Without branches to shelter and shade
A worthless thornbush giving nothing 
Only taking; igniting hot and quickly 
Devouring all in its presence and path

Unfortunate actors of allowance and tolerance
Understudies having hefty hankerings
Ready to grab all functions and duties
Originally tasked to the fearful and complacent ones
Those not wanting to be disturbed or displaced

Adaptation is barely an option
Unless forced upon the one facing it
It’s true……..
Even offspring grown, disregard their parents
To maintain their own selfish privileges instead 

Not realizing that if they really tried
A little here and there goes a long way
I know……..
But what good is that kind of concept to cowards
Pessimists, thinking they know it all

Opportunists scoping out worthy victims
Utilizing sly and underhanded ploys 
To taint the weak minded and helpless
Until they are granted full access
By way of sophistries and subterfuge

Until at last the goes around comes around
At which time the circular points catch around the neck
Bearing down in weighty fashion
Crushing the crown of the skull who wears it
And the fate of the wicked is adequately recompensed