There is a kingdom ruled by a simpleton
where walls are built up again and again.
Questions are much too difficult, they say,
and irrefutable logic is just foul play!
The ruler then makes a triumphant decree:
no outside influence ever; the citizens agree.
So the impregnable citadel once more goes up
and on such great occasion, the townspeople now sup.
The hall’s filled with tales of gossip and babble,
things that go fast, and incomprehensible rabble.
Forever they hope to be without comprehension,
stagnant they’ll stay in their vile pretension.