Of Swine and Pearls of Great Price
                     by Edwin L. Young, PhD
                               February 24, 2010

Conscious, and self-designated intelligent mankind,
Nonetheless,
Under the hypnotic spell of words and symbols,
Remains all the more asleep
Than its evolutionary predecessors.

Like all of history’s scantily clad natives,
At the hands of any Western Conquistador,
Who parades in expensive attire,
Decorated with royal and official plumage,
And entices or bribes you
With worthless trinkets, false promises,
Or cheap ribbons bestowing honor,

You banefully let history repeat itself
By following their lead,
Hastening and marching,
With the illusion of choosing,
Straight into bloody gates of hell
And your own and your world’s destruction.

And yet, even now,
Though one of your own has enlightened you,
You still say, as with those foolish ancient Romans,
“We who are about to die salute you!”

When will you ever learn that
Those who consider the world their oyster
Are not exactly the pearls of culture!