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Believing

It’s a thin and weak agreement

We forge between ourselves

Of our doings and our purpose

And the workings of our world

With our languages and habits

We clamour to agree

Maintaining a most unworthy normality

While deluding ourselves that we’re free.

We’ll avoid, disregard, refuse to notice

As we busy to brush aside

The barrage of truth and evidence

As our  contradictions collide.

 

Look back, down the ages

And see the grim story unfold

Of how we sell ourselves so cheaply

And how readily we’re sold.

Civilisations preceded and perished

Past times, people, and races

Religions and beliefs once cherished

Now just distant traces

From our shiny new ivory towers

We smugly look back and smile

Think we’re  sophisticated and  worthy,

Perched on top of the pile.

But of course our judgements are hollow

If we think and examine our plight

Blind arrogance pursues and diminishes us

They’re wrong, and we’re always right.

 

We spend a lifetime in believing absurdities 

Convinced we’re unique, exclusive and correct

While the reality we create but rush to deny

Is of arrogance, conceit and neglect

These days the spells haven’t left us

We meekly accept barbarous, murderous views

Beguiling ourselves in the comfort of false certainties

Ignoring the glaring and obvious clues:

And what will be our fate

When it's all too late?

What will follow at last

When we wither and pass?

An army of clay? Some murdered slaves?

A buried ship to plough the cosmic waves

Enbalmment? Beheaded, stored in deep freeze?

Elaborate arrangements for the living to please

Virgins awaiting your whim, if you believe true?

Real or ludicrous, depending on you.

Rapture, Resurrection? A seat at your saviours table?

Absurdities repeated unquestioningly 

By the witless, the Indoctrinated

And the inveigled.

 

Gullible masses queue to genuflect and bow

In spiritual servitude, to the Holier than thou.

Who from their ivory towers argue and schism

Over pathetic, laughable, anachronisms.

They may tell you heaven is your destination

But what about rebirth and reincarnation?

Or maybe into the wonders of the cosmos you’ll glide

Vainly deluded,  your God’s covenants shall abide.

But, there is one thing we can trust and believe,

Clutching these straws, only ourselves we deceive.

We demean our spirit and let fools be our guide

Adrift on their dead-sea, where we cannot hide.

For that which created us, is examining you

Recording all that you think and do

We are prisoners of our nonsense

If only we knew

When the death knell finally calls us

We’ll  have to wait in the queue.

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Epilogue

Awake, come awake, there is no excuse not to think

Squandering  our birthright right up to the brink

We are special, unique, there is no doubt

But the mechanisms of creation we cannot flout.

What a vital mistake to drag our baggage and strife

Kicking and screaming into our next life

If  honest we know there’s no running away

To pretend at the end that we’ve no price to pay

The conscience we bury, we may surmise

Shall spring forth on our demise

No tricks, no escape, no getting away

When we meet ourselves on our judgement day 

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