I heard an empty
saying,
Drifting down the
hall.
It was quite clear
the person saying,
Had no knowledge
behind it at all.
A heartfelt, insipid
something,
That was meant to be
so true.
But when thought was
used to investigate,
It made me want to
puke.
“What’s true for you
is not true for me,”
Others did intone.
I had to resist the
urge to grab a big stick,
And strike them to
the bone.
See, blithely
spouting “knowledge,”
Is a pastime of the
fool.
The Greeks thought it
heavenly,
And so ended their
rule.
But here we are
again,
As history repeats.
In the land of
Liberty,
Full of
“knowledgeable” g(r)eeks.
