In public life, two sorts of man exist,
The man who claims to know the way that others are,
And those who claim to know how man should be.
The rest of us must choose who does least harm.
In public life, two sorts of man enlist
The expertise of those whose star
Is brilliant in ascendancy.
Who with authority and intellectual calm,
Proclaim they know, as great psychologists,
How to bring their fellows home when they stray far
Into such territories as politicians see
Allow them too much agency, where oily charm
And brainwashing have no effect.
Else they recruit great scientists,
Who claim to deal in fact and fact alone,
Such statisticians, mathematicians, physicists,
Who theorise and claim they can detect
Such patterns in the ways their fellow men will act,
That they are easily predictable, each one a drone,
Or worker bee.
And the politician, always hoping to manipulate,
Seeks out such academics who care naught
For how complexity reduced to the absurd
Might be applied by those with power to legislate,
See not how with great danger fraught
Their theories, no longer just in written word,
But tested out on others’ lives will not substantiate
As they predict, for politicians always must select
And cherry pick.
And on the other hand there is the expert,
Who wants to mould man, and being strong,
Uninterested in ‘scientific truth’, cares
Only for the one idea, ‘ought’.
And encourages the politician to exert
Such force as is required, to subdue the man who dares
To question ideology, or flick
Two fingers at authority, and hurt,
Destroy, abuse, put down, eliminate,
Those pesky beings who must prove his theory wrong.