Diogenes' Lantern

My lantern grows heavier every year

I vowed to search for honesty with it

So many listen, yet so few can hear

Three thousand years of vacuous bullshit!

From the ancient agora to this place

I have sought someone who will tell the truth

Whether private or public, with some grace

With the frown of age or the smile of youth

Instead, my lantern has found only lies:

Fashionable nonsense and trite clichés

Humanity's conduct reason defies

The will of the mob, everyone obeys

Fit for the gods is your technology

Beneath dogs is your ideology!