Their Fools, Our Fools
Fools have wrong ideas of themselves and those around them. They always believe they are up there and others down there on the composite.
Maybe in some cases, it might've been true, but majority still carries the vote. Yet, it's still just maybe. Since ancient, they had been the same. So wise in their own eyes that they fail to see it is why they are what they are referred to. Fools.
Many have died of laughter and those too referred to laughter as another misfortune and folly followed any way, smirking themselves to death. Many more could not help it and died scolding all the way. Many joined still fuming full time.
They ended up dead, ended up fools while the so called fools still remained on this planet, still waxing stronger. Such is the confusions and confirmations.
Just reflect on the whole thing, so angry with the so called fools that you ended up dead, maim and your fools still healthy and much more alive, still at their games, fooling people
Fooling the wise, fooling the unwise alike nonstop. So, who is actually fool here? It would help for you to think deep before answering.Is it the dead or The Walking Dead?
History is for us to learn and desist from treading the same beaten road, the unfavorable route those that created the path, the history trodded. History is there for us to learn from. Not to read and forget.
Wisdom isn't being angry with the foolish that we expire while our fools lived on still at their games. Doesn't that speak to your innermost spirit?
The wise idea must have been to renounce or ignore them, afterall, there's truth in the old saying: silence is the best answer to fools. Our fools.
About this poem
Those that believe they know when the opposite is the case.
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Written on November 10, 2023
Submitted by Philipo on November 10, 2023
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