He drank wine in the late evenings, by firelight
toasted, amongst volumes of brown and gold books
He knew Herodotus, Achilles, and Agamemnon
the faculty knew Martin Luther King, Gandhi, and Rosa Parks.
He was a student of history, gleaning power from the richest minds of antiquity
Oh, the faculty’s naivety—He complimented them on their humanitarian charms
while taking his footnotes from history—they destroyed it, they didn’t read it, they obliterated it
from young minds—there textbooks were on love and justice
while the professor read Machiavelli in the moonlight—on his long walks—on cold nights.
He would transform himself—not society
ignorance brings its own pain, its own assumptions—that everyone wants the same thing
Freedom—that’s a laugh.
It is power.
What isn’t talked about, are the threads pulling society
the illusions of reality, are shadows in the cave
Hitler, was a hero—a failed artist of paints, who became an artist of people
listening to the hate, and telling them what they wanted to hear.
Nero was insane, and the ruler of Rome
Citizens in the colosseum cheered when half-naked slave girls waved to them on floats
and then the lions were let loose,
tearing them apart, while the Romans laughed.
Nobody believed My Struggle would be the Final Solution
Nobody took him by his word—they were too focused on their hopes and dreams
Tell a person what they want to hear, and they won’t think about anything else
Stalin was nicknamed Uncle Joe by Roosevelt, and his crazy uncle murdered millions
This idea, that the world can’t exist without war
that technology will save us
that we are becoming more advanced,
The war to end all wars was World War 1
soldiers thought it would be over tomorrow
then they had to carry canaries in cages, because of green gas
the inventor of the machine-gun thought he had created a weapon that would make wars obsolete
then came World War 2
the creator of the atomic bomb thought it would never be used
Then Truman dropped it, without a second thought.
The professor got a thrill from history—it was more than a paycheck
It was knowing what men will do, when they are worshiped like gods
killing kids, and roasting them like cabobs
turning them into soup, and feeding them to their fathers
anything the human mind can imagine, has already been done
that’s for the ignorant
for those who think they can be their own god
The professor enjoyed the company of fools, like cheap entertainment
and they called him arrogant.