Politely We Nod
Preposterous and illogical things
proffered as fact. Unwilling to be fought,
politely we nod. In time the lie clings.
Why hold to reason when we can be taught?
It’s fashion to question the foundation.
Even the small things we once thought were sure,
now discarded without hesitation.
Our observations aren’t trusted as pure.
So, we take our pills or drink our best wine.
Eventually the angst rolls away.
Relieved what we’ve witnessed was not a sign,
we can embrace a more "enlightened" day.
Make way for the new, let all else be tossed!
Reason suspended, how much could it cost?
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2019
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