Anonymous
We looked toward the night sky,
And felt a foreboding sense of vulnerability.
But our state of ignorance to which we were destined,
Was no match for the iron hubris which we had all received.
We invented stories of what we were,
Of what would be,
Of the unknowable wisdom
That we could all supposedly see.
We arrived upon answers to the questions we despised,
Because possibility of uncomfortable truth,
Was inferior to blissful lies.
We judged the world around us, to hold us back from the pinnacle of mankind,
that adherence to tradition was a virtue, and new trends were heresy;
that blind acceptance was to be associated to the open-minded,
and the questioning was to be characteristic of the cynical.
But acceptance is not bright, and questions are not dark,
For it are those who accept what they know that will never know life.
It is white that is the least humble, making sure that it is the most facile to spot.
It is ivory that is the weakest and corruptable, as it can be tarnished by the slightest touch.
It is lightest that also has the most greed, claiming all of the colors of the spectrum,
Completely for itself
It is the idea,
the notion,
the proposition,
the new thought,
and the unconventional mind that is met with the most scorn,
that will prove to be of the most utility to the masses.
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No poetry by faculty/staff members for today's posting.
