An unelected commentariat,

consistent in the role 

it never auditioned for:

fervid leader of the Chorus,

sounding the clarion call

for initiation into the cult

of Conformity, where uniformity

is lauded and applauded, there

lies a bounty of laurel-resting

and sufficient ego-nesting,

all while hidden codicils

wink and threaten

a withdrawal of goodwill

for whomever dares question

reigning orthodoxy;

an experiment, the shrieking

remnant of which might well be

an era that turns apoplectic

at the very mention

of the dialectic.