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Clothes Make the Man
Timendi causa est nescire (Ignorance is the cause of fear). – Seneca About two thousand years ago, when Quintilianus said it (at least, that’s who gets the credit), his paradigm was apropos: the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.” Garbed in leather, silks, and cotton, emperors took his words to heart (at least, they tried to look the part). While rags for the misbegotten kept wealth and hoi polloi apart. Latin lessons soon forgotten as kingdoms rose and kingdoms fell. The rich get rich, the poor rebel all through the Middle Ages rotten, and the Enlightenment as well. The New World spawned a tyrant king, who would rule The Divided States, fomenting fears with false dictates. He'd boast that he knew everything, a claim the test of time negates. Galumphing loud he’d hit the links, while flashing flaming orange hair, and a most massive derriere. His minions thought it ugly stinks, but if he knew he didn’t care. Sometimes he’d putt without his clothes, few dared tell him he’s forgetful -- those who tried were soon regretful. For it’s the truth that he most loathes, and Media makes him fretful. What is the measure of a man who walks naked from his tower while his Party members cower? Has no patriot in his clan the spine to speak truth to power? When pictures in the Press were viewed, “Fake news!” he’d claim. “This I decree. I wear fine clothes, as you can see.” Blame hubris? Blame ineptitude? Let’s let the judge be history. So, let us speak of history, to the feckless that forget it the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.” Let truth be not a mystery -- give Quintilianus credit! February 2022 "Latin Lessons" Poetry Contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
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