The Capitol

Through mottled skies and gray swirls

The cannon fire smoked high heaven

Crisscrossed and star-spangled,

The treasonous flag waved to divide

Rabble-roused, the heart sees it again

Nightmare lingers on the edge of Douglass’s lament

As if neither heart nor could fathom the ugliness

Of those deplorables

By J. Edward Hackett

Philosophy is a tool for exploration and philosophical texts are always meant to disrupt and disturb one into Socratic tension.

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