Because Ignorance Is a Country with Many Coasts
because its ports shimmer as the moon
showcases the same old world but silvered
boat after boat is drawn
to its shores not knowing
(for that is what ignorance means)
that it is not bliss, that no matter
how long you wallow here,
life will never be how you want it to be
because the moth and the rust
still corrupt the linen and the steel
because time will fix its lance in you,
you who used to be a stronger, mightier foe