If you were there how could it be, or why, <br />Do I see melancholy everywhere? <br />And every dream is tainted with despair? <br />And all hellos do hide a harsh goodbye? <br />We die inside with whom about to die; <br />And in such life that's very far from fair: <br />We love or hate, we laugh or cry, and dare <br />To doubt a truth and wisdom of the sky. <br />A child is born not ruthless but with love, <br />And sees but each and everyone the same; <br />Although alike we're not in awful parts. <br />So why such gods with much oh power move: <br />The virgin hearts into religion's game, <br />Or end, alas, a life before it starts?<br /><br />Danny The Dreamer Boyd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skepticism-3/
