Saturday, May 5, 2012

Ecce homo qui est mort

In obedience to the tribe
Of normality
The voice of the mad
Drowned in misery
Hiding his honesty
His rage
Silence is demanded
By the hive
So he is wrapped
In leather bindings
Fearfully imagining
His crimes
One lunatic caged
His voice silenced
Except for those in the mind
of the one who knows
The world is insane
Only he is clear of thought
He simply lacks the wisdom
To keep his silence

"Madness is rare in individuals, but in groups, parties, nations and ages is it the rule" Friedrich Nietzsche