A Rambling Raconteur

God Save the Intellectuals
by Sarah Wofford

God save the intellectuals.
Their hard-fought cynicism
certainly won't
do the trick.
Throw a rope
to those over-philosophizers
for they are drowning
and their hope
is too far ahead of them
to help.
They are not-
perhaps-
scoundrels,
but the plot
is slowly slipping
through their grasp.
They have forgotten
the usefulness
of cheerfulness
and refuse to keep their chins up
for fear
of losing their heads.
They are certainly not
the enemy,
but they
bear a resemblance,
do they not?
They have made
Thoughts
their master
and forgotten
they were children once.
Children with faith enough
to climb
the tallest tree
and laugh in the face
of the sunset.
They now confuse
an optimistic disposition
with the blind naïveté
of one
who has never seen the world.
They believe that
to have any modicum of
Faith
with any hint of
Understanding
one must be jaded,
with one's collar
turned up against the world.
Living
is but a struggle
to survive
to the finish line.
They would see the evil
in all but themselves,
ignoring the equality
of their nature.
God save the intellectuals,
before they try to save us all.