I miss the days when the uneducated understood their limitations

Preferring to listen in measured acquiescence to scholarly advice,

whose true research follows obediently, the path of verifiable experimentation

When the conspiracist and cultist were identifiable on their street corner soapbox, not camouflaged by the stripe of their partisan politics,

fuelled by power-lust and greed

When the amoral minority held their own counsel, shrouded in ignominy

Left to scurry along dank, dark corridors for opportunity,

not wrapped in perverted evangelical blessings

When evil forces of prejudice and hate, were held in check,

beyond the borders of civility and humanity,

not held up as avatars of nationalistic pride

Alas, those days seemingly lost now, to the clarion call of the grievanced

minority, whose riotous blare drones out reasoned, intellectual debate

There they preen, comfortably perched on their unsocial media throne

The patient majority, though sorely tempted, stand back from the glare

and ruminate on the curious failings of civilization

Conscripted to document injustice and perjury of social order

When the world flips back again, and reason prevails,

there they will stand, ready to apply the balms and ointment

of common sense and empathy to the battered soul of humanity

By Marc Charette

From: Canada

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