Drinking Narrows Reason

Drinking Narrows Reason
 
I roamed
The minds of the few  
In narrow land
Where dogma burned
A bonfire of credo
Lit by torches of ignorance
 
I felt mans pangs of consternation
And pules of defeat
Sharp in my tummy
My affinity ached
The few were so thirsty  
 
In narrow land
Fear ruled
Kept pedestrian logic in chains
The many hoarded equality
Bacame fat devouring sovereign fruits
Ennui turned and reached
 
I felt the cold grip of tyrany
Its plump fingers  
Struggled to choke the singular
To suffocate Autonomy
And the scuffle became war
 
In narrow land
The thirsty drank desire
Until quenched by this elixer of hope
The few fought valiantly
And they were mighty