At least the scarecrow realized
he didn’t have a brain.
He wanted one because he
recognized
that brains have thoughts
that accumulate
and integrate
their way
into productive ideas
that enrich others,
and give way to change.
But what if the scarecrow didn’t
seek knowledge, and in his head
sought power instead?
Like the man behind the curtain
but this time in front, unveiled,
centerstage,
all without a brain,
he’d speak
and spew
and rule
and be cruel
with no mind,
no heart,
and no courage.
Just rhetoric.
Could that ever be?
A scarecrow in charge
of you and me?
Surely not.
We’d never let
a scarecrow rule.
We’d never be
such giant fools.
Would we?
