Monday 21 February 2011

From Gold to Clay

Plato the spin doctor to Socrates
Expounded the wisdom of old
Republican eugenicist romantic
Giving the thoughts of his
Socratic tutor to posterity
He foundered on less wisdom
Than his hemlocked friend

We have stood on the shoulders of them all
And drunk the waters of forgetfulness
To wrestle with diversions of
Kantian beauty sublime
Or climbed mountains with
Nietzschean monkeys
To claim primordial victory

New world orders assert our time
Specious tales of spiritual growth
Born again brigades of
Illiberal dogma decline
Into the art of narcissism
I’m me, you are you and
Ne’er the twain can meet

Arrogantly viewing the human race
Cocooned alone in time and space
Isolated in lonely seclusion
Blindly, myopically our delusion
Distils mankind to egocentric confusion

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