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Not for the easily offended! Integrity is rare these days, extinguished from our thoughts. Everyone's deluded, our opinions can be bought. Draped in webs of media, each one of us is caught. Attention wants opinion and we parrot what we're taught. Naught one in nine of common men his own opinion sought by digging for some evidence, for knowledge truly fought. I am appalled, I am aghast at what our ignorance has wrought. Our ignorance, though, is not the problem, will not do us in. It's a simple indication of a good place to begin to search for answers to our questions, arrows pointing long and…mehr

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Not for the easily offended! Integrity is rare these days, extinguished from our thoughts. Everyone's deluded, our opinions can be bought. Draped in webs of media, each one of us is caught. Attention wants opinion and we parrot what we're taught. Naught one in nine of common men his own opinion sought by digging for some evidence, for knowledge truly fought. I am appalled, I am aghast at what our ignorance has wrought. Our ignorance, though, is not the problem, will not do us in. It's a simple indication of a good place to begin to search for answers to our questions, arrows pointing long and thin. Ignorance is solvable, it's not our cardinal sin. The problem in our character is our dignity's thin skin. Momotaro, from our social norms he lives his life apart. Our governments would vilify this fairie work of art. One man alone, his morals chose? That puts the horse before the cart! Follow rules we set for you or kindly, please depart. Kick him out! The rebel. You can't have principles a la carte. Collectively we set the rules, ignoring each man's heart. Best not ruffle Momo though, lest his justice he imparts.
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Finally, when quite alone, a soul all withered, a heart of stone, I sat down sadly at my desk and began to write this picaresque. Satisfaction does it bring when quite alone to boldly sing and let your inner voice be heard. A sound there comes from a once silent bird. Who did hear my lonely call? Who did watch as I did scrawl? To my feet fate thought to crawl.