For beliefs in myths, in wishful thinking’s realm -- That one assumèd resurrection every death o’erwhelm -- We posit one omnipotence that hears the chosens’ pleas And orders them to kill all those who will not bend their knees.
What algorithm of the mind drives protoplasm’s striving, Inventing thoughts and tools for physical surviving? What flaw within the program makes room for murderous powers? No rescue from above will come; the task is only ours.
We are not sheep, nor herds nor flocks, nor inadvertent sinners. Upon the Universe’s spinning wheel, collaborators will be winners.
For beliefs in myths, in wishful thinking’s realm
-- That one assumèd resurrection every death o’erwhelm --
We posit one omnipotence that hears the chosens’ pleas
And orders them to kill all those who will not bend their knees.
What algorithm of the mind drives protoplasm’s striving,
Inventing thoughts and tools for physical surviving?
What flaw within the program makes room for murderous powers?
No rescue from above will come; the task is only ours.
We are not sheep, nor herds nor flocks, nor inadvertent sinners.
Upon the Universe’s spinning wheel, collaborators will be winners.
-- Kate Jones, 2017