For whom will the bell toll?

In childhood we become enamored with fairy tales

As adults we create our own

Still enamored by this fiction we make

Asking the right questions allows the truth to be shown

In misplaced trust

The gullible will fail

Some children learn life lessons

Some adults will simply just wail

Imagination turns corporeal

When fantasy becomes real

The measure of our reality

Is the only hope for an appeal

Human behavior is vexing

We stop looking at what we see

We invent alternate scenarios

Becoming an obedient and deserving trustee

The cynic disposes of reciprocity

The hysterical will lose control

The hedonist is driven by pleasure

For whom will the bell toll?

DCG

Contrition

If we have no standard to live by

We become lost in our moral decay

Using slogans to stay hidden from others

Our sophistry now on display

The rules of our engagement

Will change from day to day

A special hell for those who are aware

An equal condemnation for the ignorant who betray

The temptation of misused ego

The lack of any self resolve

Will impune others to accountability

As our own souls indeed will devolve

DCG

It’s easier to blame society

It’s easier to blame society

Than to improve our own moral character

Some say that’s why we have laws

Some say that’s why we have a savior

The social justice warriors

Will often loudly protest

They see only the problems outside of them

What problems in their character will they profess?

The character of a social network

Begins with the character of the individual

Only for the pragmatic

This is a first principle

How you look upon the world

Gives you a prism for what you see

Only you must decide how to act

Only you must decide how to be

DCG

But rather what lies in between

Alone

Aghast

Caught in the chaos

It happened so fast

There are forces of evil

There are forces of good

A road paved with good intentions

How shall we determine what we should?

The world is watching

The politicians doublespeak

The religious pray for answers

The zealots prey on the meek

Men are corrupted and are falible

So little do we learn

The history of our fathers

Lay in embers of what we earn

The many ways forward

That we tread goes unforeseen

Not in the realms of Heaven or Hell

But rather what lies in between

DCG

If you tell me your opinion

If you tell me your opinion

The first thing I will do

Is consider your past behavior

To interpret this spoken view

There are countless ideas

Put into practice there are only a few

Do you live up to what you purport?

The logic of the evidence is only up to you

Before you rain comment

Deliberating what you think is due

Start first by looking within

Are you consistent in what you think as true?

The mind can distort our experience

On what we may purview

If you argue in moral dialogue

Are you impervious to critical review?

A superior intelect

Will always question what they construe

To live by what they say

Remains to be tested on what will ensue

DCG

Because you have watched and done nothing

There is a pandemic

One of ignorance and one of cowardice

How many times will it take?

Before the mob pushes you to the precipice?

The fight for freedom in your name’s sake?

You cannot lead successfully

That of which you hate

They resort by controlling the narrative

For those they would subjugate

If you indulge in threats of violence

You incite hatred and you incite fear

Only consumed by the impoverished minds

A failed academic and failed moral education that is clear

So if you stand by and watch

Say nothing to reject the fiction

A different reality is created

Around a falsely presented affliction

What is left after the submission?

A misplaced trust has taken place

Because you have watched and done nothing

You’ll likely receive a boot in the face

DCG

The irony of opportunity and outcome

Equality of opportunity?

Is something indeed

Equality of outcome?

No motivation to exceed

The sophist creates the word games

It can never logically solve

Sounding good in face value

Cloaked with deceit that often escapes resolve

Appealing only to the takers

Of the society they represent

Rejected by the producers

Hence the problem of our discontent

Be careful for what you wish for

There are many who would agree

The tragedy is in the details

There is never a guarantee

The irony of opportunity and outcome

The choices you make will declare

Which master you will follow?

Which master you will despair?

DCG

With a lack of courage we acquiesce

The culture war has taken casualties

The polarization begets the tribal identity

When adults emerge as adolescents

They adopt the bully proclivity

Educated people

No longer freely think

Standing on the partisan line

Espousing talking points written in the party ink

Much like a cult

This tribe shuts down the mind

That questions any divergent motives

Of any differing kind

Analogous to an invasion

The body snatchers improvise

With mob rule pravado

Those against them they disenfranchise

The child on the playground is bullied

The adult in the world also confess

Not much changes

With a lack of courage we acquiesce

Only logic, reason and ethics

Can combat the folly at play

Debate must be encouraged

If we intend to square this away

DCG

Are we not compromised?

Can our reasoning be corrupt?

Can we hold politicians accountable?

Only if we can interrupt?

An entitlement class

The collective Socialist dream

Producers in a society produce

While those who only take is a right that they deem

The inflated ego

Exempt themselves from the law

Self interest the temptation

They manifest their own moral downfall

The accolades of celebrity

The seduction of mass delusion

The “no fault of mine” bubble

Is the result of their conclusion

DCG

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

My Johari window is open for me to see

A glimpse of my reality

What are the chances I will change how I’ll be?

It’s hard to perceive your self correctly

In the shadow of your own ego

The defenses we erect to protect us

Are hidden deep and will seldom ever show

Personal objectivity is a utopian concept

Yet it is still a celebrated goal

It takes great effort and great discipline

For us to master the soul

The commoner or the sage

All have fortuitous opportunities

Align with what you value

Align with no disunities

Authenticity carries heavy weight

How we act is subject to review

To improve upon your character

Is clearly something we should pursue