Propagandhi Tertium Non Datur
All the sucked thumbs and held skirts
And blankets so secure
They block out the sweep of
The floodlights that could free them from
The darkness that surrounds them
The demons that keep hounding them
And gouge their eyes
Until all they can see
Are rigid dichotomies
Of the sacred and the profane
Salvation or shame, with f..ck-all in between
The human impulse to explain
Hijacked, a controlled flight into terrain
To ensure no passenger ever makes
Any connection between the proscription of mystery and their malaise
Tidy pairings of inverse binaries
We all seek meaning in our lives
But when every shadow of doubt is denied
The sanctification of hatred thrives
On every sucked thumb and held skirt
And blanket so secure
They block out the sweep of
The floodlights that could free us from
The darkness that surrounds us
The demons that keep hounding us
We put out our own eyes
And reproach the blind
