A Note To the Cretin
How sweet it must be,
In your ignorant bliss.
No thought for your mind to chew.
Just stare into space,
With a look on your face.
Of a cretin without a clue.
Gain insight from above,
And believe all you’re told.
Intellect you will not accrue.
Just run with the herd,
Close your mind, undeterred.
To various points of view.
As you wallow a while,
In your ignorant style.
And believe you believe what is true.
Just remember your fate,
Rests with those you may hate.
Careful aim for your venom to spew.
But complain as you may,
While Americans stay,
On a path to gain knowledge and do.
What is right, what is good,
What must be understood.
Just to be who we are or we’re through.
Copyright © William Smith | Year Posted 2015
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