LOST

Erratic and erroneous, we fools
Who blindly wander mystified and mad
Then volunteer to serve as dupes and tools
For those more unambiguously bad
Must consequently bear both blame and shame
For our naïveté and ignorance,
Since willful, dull stupidity’s the same
As calculated, cruel intransigence,
Or if not quite so evil in intent,
Still culpable for having failed to be
As vigilant and wisely prescient
As it behooves our true integrity.
You are not wholly human when your mind
Meanders wildly and your soul is blind.

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