Is there a place you might know
Where the still-loving folks may go
To be just fallible, free, forgiving?
A place where we may the gods arraign
For the hate, the loot, the killing?
Where the fallen pundit, mullah, priest
May not their case plead,
Where reason triumphs on behalf
Of universal human need?
I search the map and cannot find
A patch of the blighted earth
Where some brute does not with loud proclaim
Destroy what remains of human worth.
I do not think it was always so–
In the darkest times reason did break through
To push the beast of conquest back;
Reason now is the Anti-Christ,
And love is a primitive hack.
Copernicus broached the reasoned world,
The Philosophes made us wise,
But the Capital and the gun they spawned as well,
In close embrace with religion
Destroys their enterprise.
The preferred bigot flourishes,
The orphaned citizen dies.
I dare say you cannot find a place
Where there is no digital satan,
Where transaction does not the aspirant
Help make a soulless cretin.
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