Subversive of Conformity

Subversive of Conformity
by Michael Doyle

Same likes same, in the interest of conformity.
But do we stop to consider the vast enormity?
What is the outcome of unquestioning loyalty
In a nation and world prone toward brutality?

However infantile, an attack on orthodoxy
Leaves a lasting stain similar to blasphemy.
There is a question of subversion in philosophy
That really doesn't sit right in the land of the free.

The press is to preserve the freedom of the mind
Where thought is allowed with no condition to bind.
The seeing and the thinking must proceed in improvement
If we, the free, are to have a righteous government.

In our republic, we exalt the ways of freedom,
Independent as we are from the ways of a kingdom.
To have done otherwise would be to abridge our liberty,
And put the killing stroke to our place in history.

The last hundred years have acted to extinguish the lights,
That act to guide humanity on the path of our human rights.
Lost promises have collapsed as to our moral improvement.
We have acquiesced in the name of obeying our government.

The press is to preserve the freedom of the mind
Where thought is allowed with no condition to bind.
The seeing and the thinking must proceed in improvement
If we, the free, are to have a righteous government.

It is the price we pay to move beyond existence,
To know ourselves as greater than mere resistance.
It is the price that we must always willingly pay,
If mankind is to find its best and better days.

Surely it is not blasphemous in any of our seasons,
That all things under God are not subject to reason.
Everything should be subject to rigorous question,
To do otherwise is in abeyance of our Constitution.

The press is to preserve the freedom of the mind
Where thought is allowed with no condition to bind.
The seeing and the thinking must proceed in improvement
If we, the free, are to have a righteous government.

(c) August 12, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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