The Wrath of Reason
The Wrath of Reason
(For Rush Limpballs and his Smarmy Ilk)
Sycophants spewing forth the Milk of Malice
Drown the Warmth of Reason in icy ivory towers—
Pandering bigotry and denial unique to no nation—
Casting abominable threats of societal annihilation
With usurped totalitarian powers. False droughts
Of impure thought escape their gilded chalice
To weave among the threadbare brains of nonchalants
Eager to appease and follow unyielding lords
Who mask unseemly actions as so gallant,
And pass, for altruistic impulse, self-aggrandizing words.
Those who mar the world with vain and vicious prattle,
Who rant and rave and vomit hate to hear their pinheads rattle,
Who blast and carve society to fit their set of rules—
Espousing flaming rhetoric from the crumbling ledge of Truth—
Who cloak and quench the starry-eyed, charmed light of naiveté,
Should stew in putrid juices from the depths of their depravity.
We’re fools, perhaps, for paving ways for opportunist jerks.
But let us change the path we’re on for one that really works.
Intelligence is guaranteed to all inclined to think—
A muscle grown through fervent use, if not allowed to shrink.
Wisdom is not cornered by indoctrinating liars.
Let knowledge be, to “talking heads”, their farewell funeral pyre.
“The Warmth of Reason bathes us all,” I confidently shout.
“Rise up! Rise up, ye millions strong, and run the buggers out!”
Copyright © Marlon Ferguson | Year Posted 2012
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