I Am A Thought
I am the world’s most dangerous thing,
Most WANTED and unwanted,
By many states banned,
From countries exiled,
Across borders hounded,
Through an orthodoxy of silence made taboo,
Declared or decreed a lie by the arbiters of truth,
Shouted down in the streets or from the pulpit,
Smeared, tarred, shamed, branded
As an enemy of peoples and gods,
Breaker of laws,
Toppler of pedestaled isms,
Seducer of chaste minds,
Debaser of the steel of souls.
Damned, indeed, as the Anti-Thought
(more precisely, Anti-Approved-Thought),
by wanton musings taught,
in vice’s vise caught.
I am the thing most feared in the world.
From books vested interests wish me torn,
From brains despots wish me stillborn,
Of my echoes a trillion herded words are shorn,
Politesse and parrotese I’m not to adorn.
For I am Mother
And I am Father
Of the cell that splits from sleep perpetual and multiplies
Until the body of tyranny is mummified,
And the mind of the tyrannized given life.
Yes, I am the good cancer
That devours unthought,
Chews up hand-me-down morality.
Unclasps the chastity belts clamped on intellects,
Answers the call of outlawed minds
That yearn to be fought for,
Decline to be thought for.
I am the liberator of the uncreated,
The oxygenator of the stifled,
The wake-them-upper of the hypnotized,
The tearer of darkness from bright,
The bearer of suns!
I am the seed of a world aware,
With knowing eyes raised to Olympus,
Ears attuned to the whispers of Sirius,
Hands midwifing a new dawn fabulous!
I am a thought.
Hear me sing.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018