Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher who writes about various subjects including education and creative writing.
There you go again,
talking as if you have no sin.
Call people names,
despite wearing armor made of tin.
You pound your chest,
proclaiming your beliefs are the best.
And you forget those thoughts
coming from the rest.
You get hooked on your ideological way
and babble and rant through night and day.
Much about “truth” you don’t understand
when your enemies show you the righteous way.
You talk about others drinking the ‘Kool-Aid’,
when you hear your opponent’s tirade.
But you’re stuck on your ideological way,
and a hypocrite you’ve been made.
Oh, you and your ideological way;
Critical thinking fades away.
Logic is an aberration
and the meaning of facts decay.
Left, right, center:
just black and white thoughts enter.
One’s the enemy
and compromise is just a dreamy blur.
Divide you want
from those who don’t share your thought.
Evil you call them,
such talk reveals civility you never bought.
You think you possess the Golden Rule
and those you oppose as brainless fool.
Such tough talk
from a following tool.
Yes, you battle for your ideological way,
drowning out other’s ability for a say.
Your mental slavery
only means you really don’t have much to say.
© 2018 Dean Traylor
Val Karas from Canada on February 14, 2018:
Bravo, Dean!!! A breath of fresh air after it already seemed like ideological pollution wouldn't allow any. Technically superb with rhythm and rhyme---just like poetry should be.