The Philosophers!
By
Ross Dix-Peek
Round the table does sit the Cabal
Philosophers, “great minds” all
And do upon the world pontificate,
To each other its “woes”communicate
Borne aloft are the words of these “erudite”
Who in their verbosity do so delight
And serious do discuss matters “Ontological”,
Of “Epistemology” and the “Metaphysical”
And since time immemorial
Have so many other men waxed lyrical
Too, convinced of their great sagacity
When merely but bombastic and haughty
And naught did their abstract concepts do,
Did not feed the hungry and their abject retinue,
Naught did their pompous words achieve,
Still the piteous poor their plight do grieve
And what be the use of “Wisdom” and “Intellect”
If we cannot egalitarian change effect,
What be the use of a “great mind” and “brain”
If we cannot even help our fellow-man!
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