Old Wold New ~ Philip Brent
Have you ever
Considered
Are you aware
Everything
You believe
Take on faith
Is something
You cannot prove
Or, starting place
For scientists
So they know
Which way
To move
Neither description
Is infinitely
Bad or good
Unless humans
Insert themselves
Decree interpretation
Telling you
That a hammer
A useful tool
Is a weapon
Hit you hard
In the head
You may end up
Dead
A scientist
Will measure
Weigh, surmise
Propose a theory
(Read believe)
Calculate
The perfect angle
Proper force
To drive a nail
Bash a head
Dispassionate
Concerned with
Confirmation only
Or refutation
Theory denied
Or confirmed
Whether to
Move on
Start again
No conscience
Or compunction
In either
Science or faith
Weigh consequences
Much too late
Your religious
Organization
Brands me
Infidel, pagan,
Most importantly
Not like you
Someone
You must either
Convert or remove
Scientist the same
Bigger, better
Weapons
To pursue
Pet theories
Or to serve
The cause
No conscience
Or compunction
In either
Science or faith
Weigh consequences
Much too late
Willing or coerced
Need or propaganda
Brainwashed
By threat
Patriotism
Nationalism
Tribalism
Narcissism
Megalomania
Xenophobic blinders
Too late
To undo most
Damage
We have done
Not too late
To change
Undo the damage
We have
Yet to do
Wars, crusades,
Jihads, pogroms
Genocides
Carpet bombing
Biologicals
We all know
Are now already
Developed
Deployed
Compromised
No conscience
Or compunction
In either
Science or faith
Weigh consequences
Much too late
Fools believe
(Read take on faith)
We can contain
These demons
Use them
On others
Our own
Without harming
Ourselves, while
An unstable madman
Claims to have
An H bomb
Our side
Denies this
A matter of course
We do not number
Among the few
Those privy to
Current truth
Of this faction
That cadre
Government
Lost inside
The panic
Paranoia
Of small and
Frightened men
Can those of us
Who have matured
No matter
Our belief
Or current ideology
Nationality
Social status
Or lack thereof
Stand up
Come forward
Talk about
Species and
More importantly
Planetary survival
Now, surely
We must have
Enough adults
Grown-up humans
To declare
Our destructive
Children’s games
Moot and done
Yet, within
Cosmic history
Other systems
Beings, religions
Rulers who
Conquered, consumed
Were consumed
Rose or fell
Stepped aside
Stepped up, down
Gave way to
Annihilation
To maturity
Across vast
Universal time
Where we
Cannot, do not
Matter, nor
Will we be
Remembered
I wonder
Why, am I
Mystified
Why we
Or anyone
Would choose
Damage, desecration
Corruption of
Hearth, home,
Health, hope
Happiness
Befouling the
Habitat, where
All must live
Which makes
No sense
Whatsoever
Unless
As a species
We are insane
