The madness of men
“You are mad”, It has been said, When times are bad, and great plans are being laid. Scoffed by all, Even the common folk, The madman is, When he uses his yolk. For in their own small homes, Unthinking beyond, They do not see the mind flown, The genius spawned. For the madman is unlimited, unbound, By the bonds of the lot, And once those concerns deleted, The madman hatches his prodigious plot. Such outrageousness, shocks many, But in the end, After the death of cacophony, The madman has made…read more