There is far too much bullshit in the world:
we spent our time so frivolously, in vain,
imagining the great flag we’ve unfurled
will leave the battlefield whole and unstained,
its edges still unraveled, pure, uncurled,
and with it, all our honor, in the main,
left un-besmirched. Our enemies, those churls,
will die in ignobility and pain.
And yet, what we replace and name the good,
is it all that much better, in the end?
For power does as power thinks it should,
and often fears both enemy and friend.
No matter what we will or try or would,
can our philosophy learn how to bend
or shape the world completely? If it could,
we would need no great army to defend
our bullshit. We could spread it on the fields,
and share with everyone what fruits it yields.
05 Jun 2025
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