The Broom

The world’s leader, it was a broom she saved,
Knowing generations hung from her lips.
Setting an example, matter she loved,
Though her few students cared not at all.

The Master was gone, all counting on her:
She saved the broom and said, “I am Mother.
Lie down, and all things will take place in time.”
This was her advice to all in their prime!

“Repeat God’s name and like a wispy cloud,
All sins depart instantly; be patient!”

The Master’s ears burned in his grave to hear
False words that would mislead her students dear:
Patience cool naught but death’s false peace attains;
As stalwart men strive to make spiritual gains!