Mankind in Jest

I don't wish to be subscripted or analyzed, my words torn apart.
It's impossible to understand; you must feel with the heart.
No one can ever tell you just which way to go,
No one can be expected, really, to know.
It's not a matter of speaking, these words that I say.
You can shut me up, but I'll never go away.
Armies can be resisted, or so that they say,
But not an idea, whose time has come this day.
So here's an ideal, brought forth from the flames,
Pull down your fortresses and pull down your claims.
Remember the old philosophers, who sat upon their lands,
Dreaming to better the world, but not using their hands.
If those old philosophers had finished the job,
We might be better off, and less of a mob.
But one can never go back, and one can't change the past,
We just have to go forward, though often too fast.
As we move on through our lives, we're obsessed with the pretty things,
More often times than not, too focused on the petty things.
Those old philosophers have long since been forgotten,
They're misquoted and denied, their shallow graves are rotten.
For aeons this may continue, with lies our spirits are buoyed,
Build and build and build, just to finally be destroyed.