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Wisdom

I am just a little boy
Not blessed with toys
Of knowledge employed
By the wise.

Under the guise the wise
To their persons apply
They can analyse, prise
And verbalise why I
Am not fit to chastise
Margret Thatcher
Or publicise a love
Of Bob Dylan.
They emphasise that
Since I wasn’t otherwise
There, I am not
Qualified to verify
The legitimacy of
My cries.
These are lies
Set to colonise our minds to
Jeopardise
And lobotomise.
They seek to patronise
“I only seek to philosophise”
Say the Wise.

“Does this mean”,
I reply,
Preparing to fortify
After you’ve undermined
“That since you are
Not first hand familiarised
With the world Hitler
Monopolised
Or the Italy Mussolini
Ostracised,
That you, the wise
Cannot summarise, scrutinise or
Categorise these villains
Or even specify them as villains
Because you can’t testify
To your presence in their time
So your opinion can’t be justified”
And with that we neutralise,
Terrify,
Perhaps circumcise,
The wise.

The next point they’ll
Formalise is how the wise
Because of age,
Can specialise
To greater skill, for their greater mind.
So this justifies their
Internalised magnified superiority.
But can we not hypothesise
And recognise
That age and skill do not
Always align?
To surmise Experience vs. Talent
Is a devise the wise
Advice one another to
Apply.
The idea of a youth
Having the skills to immobilise
The experience and highs
Of the wise, does nothing
But terrorise and factualise
The fears of the wise.
So they publicise that
Talent is nothing without forty-five
Years of hard times and
Scrutinise those who are
Twenty-nine and
Nothing but Sublime
And so against it stigmatise,
“Your life personifies luck”
What if it personifies skill?
And yours comprised of
Glorified,
Materialised,
Subsidised,
Fantasised,
Conceptualised,
God damn lies.
We seek to sterilise the wise.

Don’t look to neutralise
Our lives because we haven’t
Economised on age.
We apologise for our youth
But we will theorise that it’s not our fault
And if we didn’t galvanise
Or hold strong beliefs
You’d tell us to mobilise,
And ventriloquise that “in my day
We would fertilise the world
With opinions”
So don’t criticise,
At least externalise
Your insults,
Or we will vocalise
That in terms of opinion,
You wanted to polarise
Sexual orientation
And penalise
Against race.
The way I idolise
Bob Dylan
Or decry Thatcher
Are slightly
Less horrific.

But when our opinions
Align,
It transpires,
In that moment
I am wise.

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