Nietzche was not Superman

Nietzche was not Superman

He may have worn a cape

It was high fashion

At the time

But could not fly

Cared less for those

Who live and die

Than he did for a philosophy

Which allowed him

To expose a deeper lie

There is no truth without trust

Is there love

Or is it lust

The death of good and evil

Set him free

At what cost

For you and me

What might not kill you now

May very well kill you later

Privilege is a release

Morality a tiresome bore

God’s first mistake

Was in creation

Is a dangerous belief

For a nihilist

Who wants to destroy

Not just himself

But all that was created

To suffer for his truth

To find meaning

In the why of life

Value in its authenticity

When he can find none

And once again

He becomes a superman

As the mere mortal

Among us

Are left floundering

In his wake

Unworthy of his attention

The barely human

Never get a mention in dispatches

It is how holocausts are denied

When people think

They are superior,

Foundering

In mundanity

And seek to break free

A superman

Soaring above the fetid stink

Of the simple folk

Ordinarily referred to

Without conscience

As genetically inferior.