Gods?

We pray to gods who don't exist,
Only as symbols they persist,
Figments of our imagination,
Some ancient scribes' creation,
Yet, we keep on fighting
In their name,
Make wars and killing
A religious game
And really fail to see -
What fools we mortals be...

There is a scheme of things
We cannot comprehend or see,
Which shaped our universe,
Created you and me,
Far, far beyond
Our poor philosophy.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz