Literature
All things here
There seems to be an assumption
Held by the hopeful, the comfortable,
the robed arms at rest, and even those who've had
some success convincing others to change their game.
I wish to speak to this assumption:
That to speak truth to power
Is some kind of rational argument
Unimpeded by the wiles of power.
That the terrain for speaking truth
Is solid, sturdy, shared, accessible,
And free of obstacles.
I can see it. You can see it.
Why can't the lords in their high castles see it?
Oh, I think they can see it.
But when they see it, it is not what you see,
Nor what I see.
There is a great warping afoot.
The kind among us may assume some natural evolution of souls,
From selfish to self-aware and conscientious.
Corrupt power's called to grow out of its childish ways.
I don't think a king feels the need to evolve.
After all, he has taken all he wants and needs
With strength, base deception, and terror.
To what end is the irksome bore of consideration,
Especially when it comes to
