Oh ye intelligent idiots;
You think you're the only shinning star-
We are the earth beneath your star,
Oh ye intelligent idiots.
You're the few stars that shine at night,
We're the owl, for a sight; we cry-
We're the wailing owl that ne'er cry;
We're the night that crave for moonlight.
Your violent rage bought peace that 's wild,
You 've the world in your shoe of psalms;
The shocking verses of your psalms-
The lies in truth that yell so wild!
Oh ye intelligent idiots;
Why can't you spring ice from desert?
And make the world a cold desert;
So that you'll 've it all, ye idiots.
Put our wild feelings in your shoe;
And see how sweet the pains we feel.
Put your eyes in our earth; you'll feel
hell burn'ng with the red weeping hue.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace