Sara Fielder - Know it All

How does it feel to know it all?
I'm curious, do tell
To be so arrogant enough
The rest can go to hell?
It must be nice upon your throne
You intellectual snob
To think the worlds so black and white
And we are but its dogs.

It must be nice to know it all
Forgive, but I must ask
Ever lose an argument?
No, no. There's not a chance
When others bow and kiss your feet
The hem that trims your robe
Does your huge ego jump for joy
On top, but all alone?

It must be nice to know it all
The rest of us so small
We'll just pull weeds
And mind the sheep
And drink the bitter gall
We'll just sit back as best we can
Obligingly and nod
Yes yes, you're right, of course you are
Let's not forget you're God


Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2011


Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2011

NOTE: This poem was written about my husband after a disagreement.

Sara Fielder

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