Today we consider the origin of fools.
Were they born of woman, or did they hatch
From a rancid egg laid by an old hen?
Perhaps they were spawned in a foetid
Pond, rank with stagnant water and
Slimy with rotting pondweed?
Perhaps they simply happened,
Crawling from beneath a random
Stone one cold November afternoon?
For the fools who live a luxurious life
At the expense of the downtrodden
Wise men have no moral compass by
Which to navigate a gentle and considerate
Path through daily experiences.
The wise men who know how to travel
Kindly through this land, and who
Appreciate the keening cry of the soaring hawk,
Are given no room by the fools, they
Are shouted down, and ignored, and their
Words of wisdom and gravity vanish
In the cacophonous maelstrom of jibes
And insults that are the mode of business
For the foolish ones who operate the controls.
This is where the fools come from,
They come from money and arrogance,
Transmitted from foolish father to foolish son
For ever and ever, amen.
(c) 2ndwitch, 11/04/19
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