The Prophet

The Prophet,
Can't apologise.
And let the people
See his eyes,
Then poke a finger,
Realise,
That he's a man, now, after all.
Not so clever, not so tall,
Just jaded, faded, set to fall,
Cannot live now
Cannot function
Found himself,
stuck up the junction,
Living now,
Without compunction,
Traction lost,
With countless cost,
Yet found his treasured,
Mental health,
The true extent
Of lifetime wealth,
Or so, he told himself.