Individual ideas may withstand the test of criticisms,
circumventing doubt, by first redirecting thought through
a crucible of concrete pragmatism.

Tonight the subdued structure that is confidence
reinforced every reason why being right is ultimately
wrong. As history goes, so too does creating bridges to
cross the gaps of insufficiency.

Each accurate proclamation becomes the mantra
thousands will hang from, the longer they believe you
being right, is you epitomizing integrity.

Armed with research, the truth you began to engulf
has caused your conscience to ache, so you reflect. Swallowing
the antacids of their proof, the chalky substance a black board
received for open minds to digest, before being allotted time
to prepare each idea with their own philosophical mechanism.

“Get them while they’re young.”
These banners hang in empty halls. Clamorous students speak
unintelligible rhetoric, their only means of communication.
A society of apathy has capably reproduced through language and
aesthetic purpose…

Whoa to the young of burden, whose lack of distinctiveness
is shaped by the apostles of apostasy.