Not Just Another Contrarian

I do not want

People

To question

Their beliefs

I want them

To put them

On a coroner’s slab

As most beliefs are

Deceased anyway

Slice them open

Peel back

The many layers

To see why

They have atrophied

For utter lack

Of meaningful use

Parroting

What group think

Thinks

Accepts as

Being okay

Contextualizing morality

Under the content

Umbrella

Of

If it feels good

Do it

Or

Turn a blind eye

Because

It is not

Happening to you

Replacing

The golden rule

With

He who has the gold

Rules

I thought

The ditto-heads

Were extinct

Turns out

They morphed

Into parrots

Squawking

What the fox yelps

Without substance

Only fear

 
The sun

Neither

Rises or sets

Just no words

To describe it yet

Ones that would bring

Clarity

Of our place

In the cosmos

Instead of

An egocentric center

Guaranteed

For self destruction

When the reality is

We are all on

The same spaceship

In need of

Repair and adjustment

Heading in the same direction

While foolishly believing

We are

Of a race

A religion

An age or

A country

When detailed

Examination shows

We are bright

Sparks of the divine

Burning quick

Individually

Still

Never losing our heat

Or

Infinitely bright radiance

 
The unanswered question

Remains still

Yet elusive

Where do

These words

Come from

How did they appear

In this order

Poured from

A brain blender