Sapere Aude (After Roseburg)
And we again despair;
All point their fingers
And again getting nowhere.
Find the crux of the matter;
The gun is not to blame:
Babe Ruth was the mighty batter—
But it’s not the bat that goes in the Hall of Fame.
‘That place… is strong with the dark side of the Force…
In you must go. ‘
Broken minds untethered
When will we ever know?
The Mind: an ugly, evanescent thing:
Thoughts! Feelings! Emotions! Cognitions!
Better to leave alone;
O, leave me with my superstitions.
Until we get past this stupid fear,
That leads to anger and such undying pain,
To bring mental illness out of the shadows,
It’ll be Columbine, Sandy Hook, Roseburg, again and again and again and…
Posted on October 2, 2015, in Poem and tagged Babe Ruth, baseball bat, cognitions, Dark Side of the Force, despair, emotions, fear of the unknown, feelings, gun control, mental illness, misdiagnosis, Roseburg, sapere aude, solve the problem, sorrow, superstition, thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.