Collective Minds

Minds warped

By a mentality.

By “the times.”


New ignorance born,

Just as the old ignorance dies.


Right & wrong is subjective,

Yet sits more firmly

When the mob’s mind

Sets it aflame.


How else could

Millions die

By the will of one man,

Who covers his people’s eyes,

Whispering sweet words

Of duty & obligation;

Excusing their bloodied hands.


How else could

People look to others

In utter disgust

And easily justify

The cruel treatment

To those more human

Then themselves.


What should we fear most?

Those who plant the seed,

Or the ease in which

We feed it

And allow the weeds to spread.

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