I See Galaxies To the soldiers of truth…

Or is it Truth?
I see galaxies and I see fallacy, Obscured and unsure,
And my evolved morality has a tendency towards malice. As new lies procure the youth,
Aimed at those who maim and torture reason, And new gods assured
And claim to explain their treason At the polling booth.
Against intelligence and excellence. Over and over with zealot precision,
Against evidence and common sense. Divisions are peddled with shameful derision.
How can this be the wish of any sentience? The pulpit and podium and opiate masses,
My prescience… And Marxian classes…
I’ve seen the convergence Fundamentalist passion content to harass us.
And the coalescence of pseudoscience. And promises spoken,
Followed by the supervenience And promises broken,
Of power-hungry rhetoric. And token gestures when some are awoken.
It’s “historic”. Sleep deep,
But only to the mystic who has missed it. Contented sheep.
Atavistic pseudo-visionary, For Mother taxes guilt… and steep,
Selling futuristic fantasy to those who can’t see through And Father craves my soul to keep.
The illusory quality of his philosophy…
Especially… But I won’t sleep while it burns.
The inadvertence of the unintended consequence.
I yearn to learn and fight to earn
This world… A place of solace…
This world, whorled and warped, My space to burn
Shaped and drawn… A magnesium, cesium, uranium vision,
And gone is the life-long desire to aspire and climb higher, My dopamine screaming for a secular Amen.
Away from the rising mire My acumen,
Of mediocrity and complacency, A Hebbian storm of voltages rages,
Of religiosity and the scarcity of character and integrity, Engages the tyrants who put us in cages.
Of mind-numbing hypocrisy While quantum synaptics
And the pursuit of soulless spirituality. And electromagnetics
Lost is my sense of empathy. Are swirling like comets
Only apathy… Through gallium cortex.
And my antipathy
Towards they who deal in petty revelry.
Knowingly extinguishing the stars. - Prototype
The wars.
The bars.
The pulsars of anarchy and tyranny.
The drawers and cars filled with detritus
By the slaves of Midas.

It’s exhausting and costing us losses incalculable…

Unstable…
This fable of perpetual glosses,
Enabled by media bosses.
Dumbed down and pacified,
Even though I tried to ride out the storm
And give form to greatness.
But you hate this.
And do your best to rape this.

Greeted by swarms of imbeciles,

Promising harm with your monosyllables.
But I slough it off like a moth,
Leaving dusty body prints.
With glints from the flint of my mind,
Throwing sparks of electrochemistry
At the ministry of the blind.
Blind to the First Law.
Misrepresent the Second Law.
I stand in awe,
Axons and dendrites raw.
Facing the maw.
The dark star of ignorance
Given license to assault my common sense.
But it makes no difference