Hamlet's Dilemma

It's not about whether to live or to die

To be or not to be

isn’t a question

lazy fools prefer

Hamlet knows

it’s not about whether to live or to die

it’s the cross we bear by speaking truth

to awaken a dullard’s ire

~ words fashioned for the wise travel

nowhere ~

blunted by ignorance

as pebbles hurled at cliffs

for conformity arrogance and moral surrender

always merge

~ leaders, revolutionaries and patsies ~

where these all collide

is One World Government ~

the damned leading the damned

~ answers are found elsewhere

than in what we’re told to see

and where we’re told to look

~ real questions draw blood and they sting

hence the truthteller’s noble fictions

are rejected

their words ~ and flesh ~

burned, their skin turned into drums or lampshades

yet still their tongues, futile though it seems

move within, true to the Artist

who created them

~ turn the excrement of what you otherwise are into gold

and not into tin where the label says:

she gave up or he gave in.