Hypocrisy – a poem

Hypocrisy
Is what makes the world go round;
It sure isn’t love.

Unless by “love”
You mean physical urges and drives
Better called “lust.”

“Under judgment”
Is the literal Greek word
As it is today.

Under social judgment
With its inner, internalized world,
As the Cynics knew.

The great majority
Fold and buckle at such pressure
And cannot stand.

Whether as a whole,
Or some smaller social group, tribe or cohort
Even voluntary,

The lash is stong;
The majoritarian whip
Rules many.

If you but accept that,
You can be idealistic
And still detached.