Toleration

We have suffered, Mr Mayor, as have you,
   Yet not gladly, from the follies of the past.
With the fate of many in the hands of few
   We have suffered, but our patience does not last.
We have witnessed one mans folly. Wreck a State,
   While cranks intrigue and agitators plot.
You mat deem these small affairs to contemplate:
   But quite frankly, Mr Mayor, we do not.

Tho intention, Mr Mayor, may be pure,
   Its performance, lacking wisdom, makes the wreck.
And it may become a Christian to endure;
   But we like to hold these little things in check.
When they seek our tested systems to supplant
   With their theories, their isms and their schools,
You may bear it, Mr Mayor; but we cant.
   It is not the knaves that plague us, but the fools.