Trained to follow

People of uncertainty,

taught to follow

a fool clutching a book,

or a book dragged behind a nation.

 

You bow to pages you never read,

defend borders you never drew.

Asked only to learn,

you sit back, legs crossed,

guarding what you call yours.

 

forgetting

it was never yours to begin with.

 

Not the truth.

Not the word.

Not even the certainty

you pretend to own.