He sits alone atop his tree and is afraid
Afraid that his philosophy is on trial
As fire burns deep inside his shoulder blade
Both hands cupped over his ears to shade
The truth from his inward denial
As he sits alone atop his tree and is afraid
He is like a statue the liberals have displayed
A sulking form with an backward smile
Fire still burns deep inside his shoulder blade
And seeks to destroy what liberalism made
Meaningful truth against an archaic style
He sits alone atop his tree and is afraid
With truth the liberal structure more decayed
The reasoning darkened in a downward slide
Growing the fire deep inside his shoulder blade
Then diminishing the reasons he had made
To believe his philosophy - it is on trial
The truth now climbs his tree, totally unafraid
Intensifying the fire deep inside his shoulder blade