The Village Dogs

Let the dead bury the dead,
Let the wounded heal behind,
Let the cowards run from courage,
Let the deaf lead on the blind.

Leave the schemers to their scheming,
Leave the plotters to their plots,
Leave the sheep to follow shepherds,
Leave the spiders spinning knots.

Leave the gullible to liars,
Let the liars fear the truth,
Leave the power-hungry preying
On each other, claw and tooth.

Leave the tribal drummers drumming,
Cannibals to eat themselves,
Leave conspiracists conspiring
With the cans on empty shelves.

Leave the fantasies to mystics,
Let the preachers point with scorn,
Leave the critics to their picking
While the clowns keep shucking corn.

Leave subjectivists judgmental,
Leave intrinsicists their airs,
Leave the dreamers to their dreaming,
But invite the one who dares.

Fix your eyes on the horizon,
Take your bearing, plot your course,
Set the village dogs to barking,
Load your gun, spur your horse.

~ Quent Cordair
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