Message From a Prospective Hiker
Omelas, you foolish wicked city.
Cease your willfull ignorance
And do not walk away.
Paradise built on oppression is hell.
Exalt your brother.
Exalt your sister.
Omelas, you wretched rotting heap.
It is not your victims who reek.
It is you.
Perfumes cannot quench your stench.
Go down.
Sit in your filth and listen.
Learn from the sages.
The cost of understanding is beyond measure.
Wisdom purchased with human sacrifice.
Oh, Omelas,
Lift, heal, exalt
And beg for mercy.
Copyright © Jim Musser | Year Posted 2020
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