A prophet was on the train today; he had a slight slouch in his stance and his hair seemed
Unkempt. I couldn't tell him apart from the old man I passed by on 42nd street
Yesterday. The only difference was a stack of papers replaced the infamous cardboard
Sign. "THE RICH ARE THE MAKINGS OF THE DEVIL." I remember him saying over and over
Again. No one on the train aknowledged the
Prophet. No one on the train
Cared. But that didn't stop the prophet from continuing his
Prophecy. "THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH." He claimed this familiar phrase as his
Own. "WE ARE NOT DIVIDED BY RACE. WE ARE DIVIDED BY CLASS. THE RICH ARE THE MAKINGS OF THE
DEVIL."
The papers held his full analysis of the current state of
Humankind. He tried to hand them out but no one on the train accepted
It. Just like no one gave the man begging for change on the train yesterday a
Dime. I guess they can neither give nor
Receive. "THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH." I think I remember seeing that written in black marker on a cardboard
Sign. An empty cup sat next to
It. Who needs the gravel of the Earth when heaven is paved with
Gold? I wanted to ask the prophet but I was ashamed because I rejected his
Paper--just like the
Others. Tomorrow, there will probably be a new age thinker telling us that freedom will not exist until we free ourselves from the grasp of
Materialism. More than likely, his clothes will be fresh and he'll have brochures labeled "THE THREE STEPS TO FREEING YOUR
MIND" but that won't be enough to make the people on the train aknowledge
Him.
It seems as though nothing will ever be
Enough. Not when me have no aknowledgement for a
Prophet, no mercy for a man, but just enough guilt to make us avert our
Eyes.
