Binary Focus Syndrome
Why are we so often asked to choose
Between those who should win and those who must lose
Why can there be no middle ground found
Where each side’s opinion be deemed reasonably sound
So that choice is more than mere innocence or guilt
With no single foundation on which rationality is built
Can we be expected to answer “no” or “yes”
When the reply to the question is a reasoned guess?
Is it not more honest to not be sure
Or is “plus or minus” what we must search for
Or “left or right” or “up or down”?
Imaginary numbers a mental breakdown
Those who tell us someone is always wrong
Or that morality is a Party to which they belong
Stretch credibility far too far
As if belief in one tribe were an exemplar
To which all humanity must bow to pray
For all man’s confusions to just fade away
Like magic, into some universe
Where truth can be only that which is terse
Devoid of nuance or interpretation
Infallible, eternal and beyond disputation
So reality is some sort of divine revelation
That applies to all, no matter what nation
Regardless of wealth or hierarchical station
That needs no further contemplation
For them, the rest is sheer speculation
But truth’s not revealed ‘neath some pleasure-dome
Nor by Binary Focus Syndrome