A poem for Acharya

The sheeple goose-step with precision conformity
carefully dodging reason and integrity
minds numb to critical thought
they seek acceptance and absolution
from invisible men and mimicry of superstition

By graceful deflection their faith is kept
heads in sand logic bereft
living to die yet not knowing why
indoctrined in ignorance they look to the sky
ironic answers are there but not in a prayer
moon, stars, and sun laugh at their blank stare
for blindfolded fools there is no sympathy

You poor idiotai the gnostics did say
you have mistaken mysteries of old for history today
and have accepted literally
that which was only meant mystically

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