Their Ears Were Not Enough Poem by Artchil Daug

Their ears were not enough
for the words I uttered.
They heard the sound
but listening mattered.

Children of reason
the man in the firm say
followers of truth
or whatever might pay.

The keepers of virtue
stand high and mighty
in the ladder of morals
judgments are feisty.

Charlatans of knowledge
grab their wise textbooks
a nice new bible for many
of those research crooks.

This desert of the free
and open-minded saints
worshiping the familiar
with new kinds of paints.

So my words came altered
nails as sharp and tough
wicked to those who heard
their ears were not enough.