The Idealist

The mob continued to pierce the spirit with jaded stones

“This is how the world is..”

Was the battle cry

Followed by a slur intended to nullify,

The energy he put out to try to rectify,

The decaying structure of a civilization,

That had left the masses sick and broken-

“You are an Idealist”, they howled

But why?

Are we not in the same fight?

To live a content life,

And neutralize evil, with all our might,

To the extent that we might?

Should we not heed the words of the Idealist

Who is actually a Realist,

In a counter universe,

Where all particles and atoms are in balance?

Nirvana is a fallacy.

Pleasantville does not exist.  

Evil is eternal.

But for all other dealings,

Let us not stone the Idealist,

And brand him as one;

For his efforts are not blind ideals,

But rather a call to action, to carve the path,

To set us free from our current reality

And arrive at a just reality,

Deserving of humanity.