Pray For Humility

The extroverted polymath
Gave a misbegotten dictum
And led astray a philomath,
His unintentional victum.
His words were as the verdure of a meadow
And spoken with such panache.
How could this dear poor fellow
Expect the resulting blackwash?
But pride comes before the fall,
This I have been told.
Reasoning became a brawl
And strife did unfold.
Perhaps it is not too late
And an act of futility.
To pray for peace and love and great
Humility.