A poet came up to the open mic and told everyone he had just arrived from Los Angeles. He pulled out folded pieces of paper and began his rap on politics, life style and consumerism. The house was electrified. Many nodded in agreement and clapped enthusiastically when he finished. The poet was pleased, selected another piece of paper and recited another poem, in the same vein that dealt with the injustice, the hypocrisy, the blatant manipulations that are going on in our society. The house roared. He walked away from the mic a hero.
But the hero did not stay to be with the mass. He did not stay a minute longer to listen to the next poet. He opened the cafe door and walked out, shaking a few hands, much like a politician. If he had spoken the truth about the world, he had spoken the truth about himself.
