In my armchair sits Philosophy
Regal in rags
Holding a cup of poison
Next to a perpetual fireplace
As the great thinkers of mankind
line the halls
Frantically writing shelves of books,
Arguing about whether God is dead,
Impotent! (a collective gasp!)
Indifferent?
A figment of the imagination?
A moral judge who decrees that men and
children die for Him;
Or a moral judge who died for all?
Wisdom says I have to make my choice,
And if I choose to make no choice,
That is a choice in itself.
We discuss the pursuits of utopia,
How we threw Communism away,
(so many people trying to change the world):
States of Monarchy, Anarchy and Apathy;
the nature of humanity–
inherently good, or completely fallen,
Heading to maximum entropy
Or eternal paradise!
Are the wages a tool for freedom,
Protection and a common good,
Or are we just prostitutes to gold
And dust?
Traitor of my soul,
You traded me for thirty silver coins,
my brother.
Cut me out of the inheritance;
If I am to guard a den of robbers,
if truth be told, I am to inherit destruction;
You can have it all.
I throw my willpower in the fireplace.
I drink the cup of poison.
I fall asleep weeping, wailing and
mourning in a garden but don’t die.
© Alicia Khoo
NaPoWriMo Day 28
