Aristotle’s
Tears – Plato’s Cheers
Political
is the fifth hammer of the philosophical table
One step
before the aesthetical rabble
Yet it’s
the reality of life, so gives happiness or strife
The
disliked step-child of Queen Dido, the abandoned wife
So shunned
is this, it’s a suicidal bent
Rather
seek comfort and ease where there’s no need to think
But you
fool yourself for the daggers are always out
After
shredding your back you pay with blood, the callous political lout
They cry
into painting pictures and telling stories
Find
self-pity in victimhood and sacrificial glories
But worst
of all believe that change is a futile reach
Fear is
the self-held weapon that makes the political wretch
Is this
chance or your double helix genetics?
Where’s
education or mind defeated and, substance does its’ tricks?
The fight
for logic to win over the collective mind
To defeat
the fear to take that unknown step again to raise all humankind
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