Intelligence Kills (how my algorithm resulted in my cremation)

I, like Joan was burnt at the stake

You see we made the same mistake

To start thinking for ourselves 

And vehemently refusing to be shelved 

And muted

So we donned our armour 

And refuted 

the status quo

Which led to our woes

Accusatory labelling us ho's

Which is modern day slang for slut

A misogynists attempt to mame and cut

Us gifted few down to size

That sadly was the best they could devise

How wrong they were

We were virgins, 

purest of the pure

Our virgin concepts and unprejudiced epiphanies

Not yet raped of agency and factual analysis

 we took their slander in our stride

Mustered up our infallible  pride 

Wiped the sweat off our brow 

then fought, instead of bow

To  apathy and congenititive lethargy 

we stood opposing

whilst exposing

Blind conformity

we indeed were rarities.

Saint Joan and I 

And I'll explain to you simply why

Maslow deduced it's easier to accept a lie

Than change ones behavioural traits

so quickly core morals and rationality dissipate

Ultimately all humans want is harmony

Between our beliefs - actions and 



So It's lonely on the battlefield  fighting for truth

The dullard masses insist on a proof

Even if one knows they wrote their algorithm 

With unfaultable genius and precision

"Trust me I know Its right " I scream

"You're just too stupid to comprehend a complex theme"

So I ended up tied to a stake of wood

Burned for being too intelligent for my own good

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