Kant Incriminated

Reason insufficient, put no man above the law And to instigate To aid and abet in any form of hate Is a fundamental conspiracy Against his own exalted view Of the savage transformed to deity by reason. I cannot speak of St. Bartholome's massacre But I know revulsion For five females raped, the youngest only eight. Blood drips from that philosophy Without balm or cross That by subtle argument construe Men who knew the difference between wrong and right Performed this gruesome deed by cover of night I cannot trust the lofty exaltation Of the savage and his barbarity to volition Something more sinister and more dark Something meaning that rebellion A greater purpose than reason can opine Is significant man's madness all the time O Kant, I lay it at your door Mal es el nombre primero You are neither god nor with us And its more than reason that you are dust Death is no aesthetic illusion But I have seen since the Enlightenment Men crawling up and down in delusion Finding scraps after scraps All your freedom is anarchy While they are strangled In your brain numbing conspiracy Exalting the fall to a greater throne.