by Nick Gisburne
You’ll never teach a blind man how to see,
Or motivate an idiot to think.
When bears can brew intoxicating tea,
Perhaps you’ll make a stubborn zealot blink.
Whatever clever rhetoric you choose,
Laboriously crafted, day or night,
Each argument, impossible to lose,
Will bend before the statement, “I am right.”
No lucid truth, no proof, can interfere
With waves of dogma deeper than the sea.
The criminally stupid slur and smear
Intelligence, and simply disagree.
Debate becomes a pantomime, a fraud,
When words are worthless, damned, dismissed, ignored.
