This people have committed a grave sin.
Making themselves a god of gold.
The calf was probably only made of rusting tin.
And for this their lives were sold.

I was watching once again the film The Lion in Winter.
Over two hours of gloriously acted disputes about Aquitaine.
Compared to this high politics our Nowhere Special is a mere splinter.
Like most of us, driving down life’s slow lane.

But what were these great lives really achieving.
Ageing Henry just looks at the vile treachery of his sons.
Violent Richard, inadequate John, wily Geoffrey scheming.
These are not glorious arising suns.

Let’s just be happy sitting at home having a quiet laugh.
And not going after the allure of the Golden Calf.

Haiku

Seek the Golden Calf ?
Is it really worth the price
I’m not at all sure

[Note: First two lines taken from Exodus 32:15-34]