HOLLOW MEN

You are the hollow men. Eyeing the world with bad intent. Pale, bloodless, starched white stick figures in stiff suits and crisply knotted ties.

You are the living embodiment of our intellectual decay and moral rot. You are cowards and collaborators. Self-loathing little martinets strutting through hallowed halls demeaning ideas that were meant to ennoble while defacing the symbols of others’ sacrifice, thinking you can usurp it as your own. Soulless bureaucrats who strip innocents of their gold, shovel their bodies into the ground, clock out, and return home for dinner.

You are the banality of evil. You are the venality of evil. Vampires sitting in dockets defiantly proclaiming that you are nicht schuldig.

You are everything you claim to despise. You are all you claim to hate. You defile the crosses around your necks and painted on your chests. You can go to your churches, and mindlessly parrot words, the depth of which you will never understand, while reveling in the illusion that you can hide your sins from the all-seeing God you claim to worship. But just know that all the while the golden god you dance around laughs at your weakness. He mocks you for your obedience. He delights in the ease with which he can pull your strings.

You may burn hot for a moment but you will fly too high and flame out. Your sins will be revealed. There will be a day of reckoning. But there will be no confession. No atonement. No repentance. No redemption. No absolution. No resurrection.

You are the hollow men. History will bury you in unmarked graves.