Submitted Date 05/02/2019

stacks of books gathered like
the walls of Jericho,
one trumpet call
to pour it to the ground.
wade in the rubble
of loose pages,
cracked spines
& faded ink,
words yellowed
& twisted like beggars left forgotten
on sullied streets,
like Socrates cradling
his cup of hemlock,
the unassuming poison
of knowledge
of truth torn to bits
and scattered on the wind
as the trumpets sound.

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  • Darlene Hayder 1 year, 4 months ago

    Very deep and meaningful. I think society pushes things to side if it doesn't agree with their beliefs. Or, it may make them question their beliefs, and they dont want to do that. As someone who grew up a Southern Baptist, in a small Georgia town, I broke out of the mindset and pushed to learn more about other cultures. It made me learn so much more than people from that town who stayed stuck in their ways. I think it's also fear of the unknown. They might realize that their way isnt the only way, or that someone else may be better at something than them.

  • Nina Appasamy 1 year, 4 months ago

    This is an interesting poem. It feels very relevant to the current era when scientific evidence and facts are so often thrust aside for conspiracy theories. A lot of people would rather believe random YouTube videos than actual scholars and experts.