By Thomas Deibele, ’18
Purpose
A why to live can tolerate the how.
But what if we do not possess a why?
But what if we do not possess a how?
Without a conflict pushing us all.
But now the choices are so loud en masse,
and we, so vulnerable a bunch to sway
are desperate, a cause we want, we need.
The cause, it cries in desperate need of us.
We find a why, a why finds us.
We learn and think and we believe the cause.
The cause, we think, is right and just for all,
An enemy, for those who don’t agree.
We young, swayed and fooled to one extreme.
The arrogant have risen, the reasonable are few.
