Lenora Lloyd

Tragedy of the Wise

Fools can be content.
Can rejoice at a broken system,
At a dying world,
And know no sorrow.

But we, the inadequate,
Are unable to enjoy
This mediocre life.
We are weak in number, weak in power,
Owners of neglected minds.

We, the unnatural,
Are incapable of hiding
Our heads in the sand.
We are forgotten ruins, unwanted sculptures,
Buried 'neath the traffic lands.

So why do we survive?
Why bother?
Why strive?
Why keep the Cross alive?

Idealists and dreamers,
I fear we're all alike:
Live in masochism
Drive the stakes,
Wear the thorns.

And all of this,
All for a Better World.