False Gods

The 'gods' we worship are
Figments of our imagination
Used as palliatives
To stem our desperation,
Still we continue to persist
To pray to 'gods' who don't exist,
And for those phantom 'gods'
Fanatics kill and go to war
In countries near and far
And millions, through the ages,
In useless martyrdom die,
But only fanatic preachers
Produce the reasons why.

If there is some unlikely intelligence
Which may direct and rule the universe,
To pray to homemade gods
Is useless and perverse
And if there be some hidden mystery,
Science may some day discover it,
But so far, it's beyond our philosophy.

There is probably
Nothing above
And nothing below
And only chancy
Evolution makes it so.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz