The less we learn
Judgement and righteousness
Seeds that burn.
No seeking to understand
Only confirming to “know”
A bubble of anger
Politics will show.
And what in the end
Will be shown what’s right
History takes long
For accuracy to write.
What will you matter?
How many arguments will you win?
What will be in your dash?
To learn when born again.
So many lie to themselves
In the interest of something to say
And while happiness drifts
They, too, will someday.