fools in high places

many fools are placed in high places
while the wise are pressed down
slaves are seen riding on horseback
as princes walk on foot below
yet even as the fool rides high
he lacks sense
and revealing his stupidity
he opens his mouth to utter decrees
but it’s the folly of the masses who flick his tongue
yet he thinks from his lofty place
that wisdom flows
but no
it’s the dull voice of the present age
drunkenness in the midday sun
a rumbling from the throat of the senselessness
that makes the fools speak
louder and louder folly prevails
and the wise resolve to remain silent
they know that the bitter mouth cannot be stopped
and wind cannot be caught and kept in a box

the sigh of the times

…many will rush about to increase knowledge…

and knowledge will continue to abound

but the twisted will continue to be corrupt.

 

while the candle wax is still warm the wick is twisted

…and when it has set who can tell the left from the right

or the live from the neutral

… truth from the lie?

 

none of the wicked will be able to understand

… but those who are wise will

 

to challenge a fool in their folly can drag one down to the level of the fool…

…but the fool needs to be challenged lest he becomes wise in his own eyes

 

so beware of the spin doctors

… those who conjure up lies and sell it as wisdom

to be comfortable in their spell

… or even to follow their example

it may not seem to be such a big thing at the time

… but like a tattoo

some things are almost impossible to remove