A Mob’s Genius

CCO

They say they stand for the truth
And justice
In incessant Reiteration and blame
That it wears the shapes they
can’t see under their holy flame

Yet they gather and tirade and
Refuse to
See their hands that forget
the human grace; to catapult
The darkest their selves beget.

So we suffer in the virtues
We praise,
For A virtue taken afar
Resembles a vice and craze
By the humanity, we leave to crave.