With no pride in our selves,
Our forefathers
Our accomplishments
How can we grasp who we are?
Looking at a screen on a computer
Linked across the planet
Using physics and mathematics and engineering and logistics and negotiated agreements and electricity and etc
Our accomplishments look right back at us.
The whimsical and desperate
Continue clamouring for
The one true god
That singular portal to the after-life.
With no awareness of what we are now
Our skills
Our own human promise
We stay blind to our own brilliance.
Religion long since died
As a way to be moral.
Common law triumphed centuries since
This resurrected zombie of half-known hope.
Look at reality
Right in the face
Note each jagged edge and silken surface
Take your head out of your arse
And look at where we are now:
Floundering between unrealistic ideologies
Blundering into more bloody wars
Doomed: repeating history.
We have a choice:
Objective evidence, reason, accountability and
Least possible harm
Step back from vexations and umbrage
Dip your head beneath the surface
Look at the secular points which bind us:
Let reality guide us to yet more great achievements.