Let's workshop this poem about how some might believe that the ends justify even immoral means (fabricated alarmism) when the stakes are so high--high enough that our very souls are on the line
Given Such High Stakes
Was it so terrible of Christians
to have fabricated
a footloose menace
(Satanism raging
across America
in metal music
and daycare centers run
by God-maligning pedophiles)
when it panicked
countless souls to exit
their fire-lake freeway
into the house of Je-sus?
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)