You say the words, a shield to end debate,
A holy phrase to sanctify your view,
“The evidence does not substantiate,”
A judgment passed to prove your science true.
But “evidence” is just the word you chose
To mean the funded, double-blinded test
That studies smoke, and not the fire that glows,
You praise the part and disregard the rest.
Your focus narrows to a single point,
You map the chaos, downstream and profuse,
But fail to see the system out of joint,
And call all other knowledge “of no use.”
You want your proof? Then, damn it, o-pen eyes!
The evidence is broad! It’s all right there!
It’s in the logic that your field denies,
In every field you just refuse to share!
It’s in the gut that screams its link to skin,
It’s in the cell that starves for better fuel,
It’s in the synthesis of where to begin,
While you just quote a single, narrow rule.
Our truth is built on evidence as well,
A higher standard, intellectually wide;
Connecting threads the experts cannot tell,
From every field they choose to push aside.
We see the links between the fractured facts,
The logic that connects the why and how,
The holistic truth your siloed mind attacks—
That is the evidence we follow now.
The drug is just a patch, a fragile peace,
A tool to help you stand and draw a breath;
It’s not the key that brings the war’s release,
Or stops the system from its living death.
So keep your evidence to guard the gate,
And praise the lock, so complex and so clear.
We’ll use the map to find a different fate,
The fire is what we’re here to conquer here.
It’s our hand on the wheel, and we will steer.