Parrhesia

Parrhesia


In the masses we argue
Love God and Liberty
We carry in a weapon
To this arena of chatter

The mind educated or dull
Is forged with two sides
One cunning and sharp
Folded to perfection
Given its edge through wit,
Pedagogy and the science of the mind

The adverse blade
Blunted and dull
Forged from inferior metal
With poor craft
In haste.
Wielded only by the dolt and pions
The most dangerous weapon
When used in debate

We swing our sword of discourse
Trying to bludgeon the other clowns
Submission from the dull and rusty spine
Of a beautiful weapon
As our sharp wit rusts
Never to be honed
Or used to cut the fat
From our rhetoric
The ignorance
Gathered in free speech