The Dumbest Patriots

They cup their hands to block the sound—
like screaming children spinning ‘round—
while facts stand firm beneath all feet,
and reason’s tossed aside like sleet.

Absurdities command the crowds,
the dumbest grin, the loudest proud.
Thus reasoning makes no defense—
the imbecile of dumbest sense.

Yet all in vain, for truth will rain,
but slides off armor forged from pain.
It runs down minds long sealed and blind,
their eyes shut tight, their wills confined.

They shout of strength, of flags, of might,
yet dim the lamps that carry light.
A book unopened gathers dust,
while slogans bloom where thought once was.“

Don’t read,” they laugh. “Just trust the cry.
Don’t think too much. Don’t question why.”
For questions shake the fragile walls
where certainty too loudly calls.

And so they march with steady pride,
their eyes shut firmly from inside—
for nothing is so fiercely done
as ignorance that thinks it’s won.