Beyond our Poor Philosophy

Amongst the trillion
Burning stars and planets,
On that small, outlying planet, earth,
There lives the specie - man.
Shaped of such clay
As dreams are made of,
Whose intellect and creativity
Served him to dominate his globe,
And may expand his horizons
Throughout the universe,
Were it not for his petty fights,
Wars, chauvinism,
But most of all,
Those opiates - religions,
These simple-minded
Conflicting superstitions,
Which may destroy man yet,
Perchance, like previous species,
Similar to man,
Who perished in their wars
On other planets,
For there's a scheme of things,
Which runs this universe,
Prescribes the path of sun and moon,
Whose nature is far, far beyond
The poor philosophy of mankind.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz