We have tools
We have ghouls
But nowhere are there more fools
Than in the rules
from those who govern the tools!
In the bias
That climbs on the shoulders
To bring plausibility
Through implied causality,
Where is ignorance?
Where is reality?
Where are all the tools of Reason?
When did justification
Fill the void
And intellect
Become Treason?
In the name of Progress!
For every season
What is it that drives this madness?
What is it that foments this fear?
What is it that stokes this fire?
Of Ignorance laid bare!
When did this tall sap
Spawned by the spray of illogic
Blown through the aperture
Of a fat tail
Confined to the deviation of two
Become logic?
I see
Before me
The making of a genie
Devoid of Bayesian food
That cannot answer a wish
But bloats and floats
Hovers and covers
Behind the mask of We!
Frailty thy name is true
Pseudo in your thought
Mocking in your action
You always fall from grace
But never too far
From the sap
Where your existence
Remains tethered in place!
Oh humanity how foolish
Oh reason how devoid
Of life how gray
Of living how perilous
What is to become?
What is to remain?
What is in the end?
But emptiness and blame!
The logic of a strain
That grows viral each day
From this to this
And that to that
From tools from ghouls
That manifest!
The impoverished spirit that makes us less!
Should we not complain?
Should we hide our feelings?
Should we live in disdain?
Should we marshal thoughts
Float them into life’s vein
And continue our effaced reeling?
Or forge the audacity
Of courage
Not crying for fear
Nor living in rear
And use the limits
Of Common Sense
To force life
Into the future tense!
When love of virtue
Integrity of knowledge
Wisdom of time
And governance of province
Will bring ceremony
To Logic
And free of treason
Life will be whole
And True
Once again
Matched to Reason! ■
Dr. Parvez Dara is an oncologist in private practice in Toms River, New Jersey.
