Ignorance

It is truly ignorance, that has ruled the world so far

In one form or another, it has been our guiding star

 

We see it in the rulers, of yesterday and today

Who could only be called ignorant, and have too much to say

 

They bolster up their importance, fill themselves with piety

And ignore the people they should represent, the meaning of society

 

They claim to be kings and rulers, when it’s only one familie’s pride

Who have so many sins and flaws, that they desperately seek to hide

 

To admit such things would be sacrilege, the admission of a flaw

But it invariably brings them down, as history has always saw

 

Yet they continue to believe in importance, self-importance still supreme

Groups of political parties, who are never what they seem.

 

They build up whoever may lead them, then shove them to the fore

And endlessly caterwaul on their attributes, concealing a large sore

 

And we go marching behind them, extolling anything we see as bright

Foolishly blinding ourselves,  though secretly we know it’s not right

 

That we should hold them so highly, mounting them on their stools

When we know that we are vastly, playing the utter fools

 

As done in the middle ages, when we revered the kings as a god

Wealth doesn’t always bring knowledge, we still elevate our clod

 

We dress them in current trends, he marches to our every light

We elect or somehow raise them, until fear becomes our fright

 

When we finally see the ending, the calamity of it all

We crumble from our ignorance, which still remains so tall

 

Barbara Blackcinder

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About Barbara Blackcinder

I write mostly for my own joy and release unfortunately, while hoping that it is enjoyable to others. I thank my followers very much and hope I continue to write interesting pieces for them.
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One Response to Ignorance

  1. I hope you take these Sentiments much farther in your writing, Barb—treat these ideas in other forms—shout them in whispers—whisper them in screams—treat them to new fashions of expression

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