Jan Hus, by his head betrayed, forth driven
by profoundly heretical tales,
proudly did proclaim that: “Truth Prevails!”
unflinching, from death by burning, even.
Each one holds his own truth as most given,
though no wisdom such a view entails…
Truth gets priced out, by cheap oxen tails,
let the people eat, gob stuffed, cheap livin’.
Why the luxury of one’s own mind?
To what truth are crowds the most inclined?
What salami’s seen as best to buy …?
Well, Your Most Esteemed, that’s how it goes:
Truth Prevails, but only after its foes
hang it out to dry.
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