Minions
by Tom King
I read a pack of lies today,
Fresh delivered to my social media.
An eager debunker of my point of view.
With the confidence of an encyclopedia.
But someone this guy respected,
Told him to disbelieve his lying eyes.
Things are better when it's done the way
Conforms with all they philosophize.
Minions do that sort of thing,
In their eagerness to belong,
To feel the way the cool kids feel,
The herd's siren call so very strong.
It feels so very powerful to share,
The opinions of the mighty crowd.
To trample the voices in the dust,
Of naysayers speaking up too loud.
The confidence of minions,
Resists evidence of reality.
Their religion must be always right,
In its utter and complete totality.
Not a detail may with fact be challenged.
No deviation from "our truth" permitted.
So powerful the urge to be the winning team,
The herd is willingly dim-witted.
© 2022
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