S. J. Fulton
Concerning Joe Mccarthy - Poem by S. J. Fulton
The seeking mind’s not only quite uncouth,
But shamelessly subversive, so they say;
It wastes the enterprising years of youth
On heresies. But who are they
That dictate to our splendid here-and-now
Their purse-lipped maunderings in the night?
Why, they’re the fanatic few. And we must bow
In servile homage to their frowning might.
It’s unanimity these days instead
Of honest doubt. Well, that’s the way of things
When fearful folk go off to desolate bed
And psychopaths exert the power of kings.
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