Oedipus Rethunk
The oracles were mouths of gods,Pronouncers of the fates.
King Oedipus, the son of men,
Succomed to their dicates.
It wasn't fate that brought him down,
His destiny conferred.
But moral indignation was
The operative word.
Yes, indignation stark and clear,
The rigid rule of laws,
The incapacity for grace,
Intolerance for flaws.
And how is justice thereby served,
And how is fate undone?
What mother ever wants her boy
To never see the sun?
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