A tall order there for pluralism to resurface

In this moment of all round euphoria,
Hope lies in a honey-toned world-view,
A time for mass jingoistic hysteria,
All your aspirations are going to be true.

Do not question the carefully camouflaged,
Be pragmatic and erase the unpleasant past,
Or else you will be sorrowfully glued,

Missing the development that will come fast.

The other is dissent creating discordant,
An act that lacks sense or substance,
Trash it as an incoherent cynical rant,
Preach them vows of patience for penance.

Logic is given the go by, reason has no space,
A tall order there for pluralism to resurface.

(This poem or poetry is written in the form of a sonnet. It is a reflection following the counter-reactions to concerns raised following the results of the 2014 elections in India while its implication is general and goes beyond the elections. The poem espouses plural concerns and in that sense is philosophical and perhaps both Bayesian and Rawlsian.) 

Why, E is equal to MC square?

Whether one writes an epic,
Or, dons the hat of a poet.
The only measuring stick,
Will be its literary bit.
If, I were a genius,
Like Einstein.
I would show my prowess,
In a single line.
Thank my parents,
For bringing me here.
Thank my stars,
For being still there.
But, I still do not courage to dare,
Why, E is equal to MC square.

(In my Facebook, there is a note Scribd is Looking for the Next Great American Author! There was a query, "Is there a length requirement for the work?" I thought I will respond and ended up writing this sonnet.)