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PENAL SYSTEM

To Thales

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             TO     THALES

 

 

A diatribe for those that reason’s way

 

Confound and leave in disarray,

 

Who like the smith bend iron truth

 

To fit their worldly goals, god’s zounds, foresooth!!!

 

 

 

To those sanctimonious anachronisms

 

Who in god’s service confute wisdom;

 

With edict, prophecy -and- scriptures proclaim

 

“Therein lies truth’s domain.”

 

For them the revealed truths are singular,

 

Conflicting evidence and logic they disbar.

 

With laws and swords at adversaries throats,

 

For humming different tune and notes.

 

 

 

No verbal pretext to mass morality

 

Can justify their heinous brutality3

 

And how they human nature and social order misalign

 

In their errant veneration of the divine.

 

Those who disclaim what evidence promotes

 

Deserve to receive much worse then they wrote

 

 

 

To those erudite pontificating pendants

 

Whose obfuscation students must recant

 

Cause they amalgamate science with disparate parts,

 

And grandiloquently twaddle to exhibit pseudo—smarts~

 

Their fulsome array chimerically confounds;

 

Once in learned halls their type abound,

 

Yet still in this age of science too many are around.

 

 

 

To those whose aesthetic tastes give license

 

To floridly doodle vacuous verse void of sense

 

On gossamer wings the infernal abyss, vales, and lofty mountains

scale,

 

Or abut in a falderal of words and phrases significance veil.

 

 

And those windbags with highfalutin prose

 

Make the reader doze;   -

 

Their drivel, natters, jabber, prattle, blather, blabber

 

Makes me spirits all the sadder.

 

 

 

From those whose logic’s weaker than pleasure’s end

 

The worldly perils are our dividends;

 

They swallow our traditions and our present plight;

 

And believe their slogans guide the way to right.

 

 

 

But change started so long ago by Thales,

 

Who first the mythical assailed

 

With plain godless reason and the laws of nature;

 

His way with modern science has matured.

 

So when man with logic upon the mythical prevails

 

Utopia will cease to be a fairy—tale.

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