- I - Thank God! Quod erat demonstratum! What god do you speak of? Shouldn't you be focused on our victory? We've finished the problem! Yup, we did it. Leave fiction out of it. Wait. God's fiction to you? I don't believe in ancient fairytales, So, god is just some made up fable. My five senses haven't sensed And I personally haven't experimented! - II - Ok. Let's think about it Do you see this tripped up 8 here? Yeah, infinity. What about it? What number then is infinity? Come on silly! It's not really a number But have your senses sensed it? Well science shows that it's true! Like when science showed the Earth Was like a pancake with dangerous edges? Well that was still you "God people"! Well Thales for one, and more Held this with proof, and debates Flourished. Earth indeed's spherical Just like we know infinity today. To how many digits? - III - And have you tasted your belief? What do you mean? The belief that you're correct, The axiom that absence of proof Yields proof of the absence? No the onus of proof is on you! So do you think any number Stands taller than infinity ever? Of course not! That's the limit Nothing ever gets there, but slowly The numbers ride higher and higher And that's where the end would be. So is it or is it not one of them? Is it real, imaginary or other? Silly you. Of course not! But it is the limit of big numbers? Yes. Infinity represents going Higher but never ever stopping. - IV - Then infinity is a god. What? You had to go there! Well it is a god right? Something nobody's seen Nobody knows quite for sure How big or how small, But just that it exists Beyond our comprehension We can calculate it We can... To how many decimal places? Can we experience it? Or can we find experiences That point to it? Now you're talking in circles To pull superstition out of the hat. Well you believe in infinity Which you've never seen Outside a Maths book or class So there are many infinities Pervading the fabric of the Universe, and the supreme of All those infinities, is God. Nonsense! Nonsense... I don't believe in ancient fairytales, So, god is just some made up fable. My five senses haven't sensed And I personally haven't experimented! Yet you believe modern human tales, Where god is a fable, but infinity is real Though no sense has come close To making you personally experience it. (c) nyonglema
Special moments
We miss them when bliss seems too elusive, When ailments of a foot, or of an eye Clamor and demand your attention exclusive. What did you overlook? One foot aching means the other foot, And the rest of the body are well. Isn't pain a signal that something is afoot Only in part of the whole? So as the lion gores the deer, and the snake Cracks the bones of that tender cub, Or you notice the quivers and deadly shake As the earth opens to engulf, What are you likely to overlook? Oxygen flowing, the sun shining, humans surviving Horrible catastrophe? The rescue crew, first responders, lion cubs tenderly Fed by their loving mother, A snake living another day, Dead matter feeding the humble beetle? For no evil can exist without prior good. As there's no darkness without prior light There's no pain without prior serenity There's no war without prior peace There's no hate without prior love There's no death without prior life There's no end without a prior start. What did you overlook As you inertly focus on the call to take action, While cursing the rest of you still active? (c) nyonglema
Walk on Water
The lessons of the gears that power the universe Pour forth in ambitious drips into a bowl To build an ocean from simple watery smears. From Egypt slavery one was chosen to show the signs, And staff and cloak he led the scowling whole, Across the river; he parted it to stay dry from brine. Before reward for courage to preach against the abhorrent, The prophet chanced upon the Jordan's deadly bowl, And with his student, parted it for dread of its current. But when the promise long foretold at last came to pass God Himself, didn't take a staff, or cloak, But let the water be, and showed His friends His glory. (c) nyonglema
Clean fire place
The fire just went out in the hearth, As the pot, cold stares out the hut door. The wood burnt, yet nothing anymore Can tell the story of the flames it bore. Clean out the dust, clean it out! Our God is an awesome God who loves to see Cleanliness in everything! Clean quickly For Him to see how clean our feat Even the darkened soot mud walls Seem to cower and hide, lest one notices That they witnessed the fire, that pieces Of history reside in their crevices As webs dangle from the bamboo overhead, Darkened by that fire, slowly swaying In the windless silence of the day greying. The cold pot silently stares out the door. What pain put out the fire in the hearth? What self-glorification deceives in aspect, Forcing cleanliness, not as one would expect By seeing the ashes, picturing insects Dancing in the flames that made them Smoke rising, lighting the walls, A cacophony of color, noise, mayhem Under the metal pot enthralled. What pain put out the fire in the heart? To deny the fire once there, to deny ashes, A mark of humus in the very code of DNA, A hot pot changing the fruits of the day, Seeing God not in our earthly feats But directing our feet along His own way? What pain hides the fire from the heart? Lift the wood and live again, light a new flame Light a new flame, and touch the ash. (c) nyonglema
No god ?
The multiverse expands beyond human imagination, The monoverse as well, spreading in every direction. Are we alone? Was mars ours before? The questions stomp on Einstein's ant brain Yet others gnaw at its toe nails, as if To mock at greatness, as if they could win all. Yes, others study humbly and can tell what destruction 80kg of weird humongous monstrosity can action In their ant-ly lives. Those gnawing think 80kg, 50, 20kg are all the same. Is lack of knowledge about something, proof That all answers are equally possibly true? Is black dark grey and white a lighter black? Is killing 10 people same as 5 million lives, Or is starving an infant in a death camp The same as denying a meal to a migrant? Is failing to save the planet, the same as Failing to save your neighbor's house from flames? Does the decapitation by one justify the inquisition? Or does the inquisitor's evil justify decapitation? Does the guillotine prove fickle humanity, Or does it show the eternity of revolution? Are all theories of our existence valid, In spite of the contradictions beaming from them? In our quest for the mind of God, as said Albert, Can every theory explain our reality accurately? Is the addition of 2 and 2 same as 2²? Are we claiming no god based on our understanding, Or our lack of understanding of our surroundings? Are we ants that gnaw, or ones that seek to grow? (c) nyonglema
The Journalist’s Lies
“The rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they're lying, they know we know they're lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe them.” ― Elena Gorokhova, A Mountain of Crumbs Lions brawn teeth hair fierce mane Death silent sentient salient insane First a scratch on marble, neglected It widens, all see it, neglect it Blood oozes pus, we gonna let it What's a little Fib to evil? One starts the rise to new levels Then one again before in shovels It leaps to hell totally disheveled 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 Fibs eat laxity with no laxatives on 34 climbing up to 4-1-8-1 Eyes turn away; what's a little Fib growing? We'll find a way even when Truth's gone. Lions brawn teeth hair fierce mane No courage to face pain to heal game It's not all false, it's not all bane So let's pretend everything here is sane Let's let evil remodel and set its reign Death silent sentient salient insane (c) nyonglema
Sola scripturina
Welcome to high school, where the books Need cranes, the pens get drained And, and... you'll overload the brain! So, wise student, see here this gizmo: All formulae, all concepts here for you, Picked and chosen all that pain to eschew Newton's central idea, Lorentz's too Lavoisier, Curie, Mendeleev, Bohr, more In little print, focusing just on core. Of course the details long to be read Upon the hundreds of pages that hide, Behind each of this books pages' side Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut................ This student Luther, the know-it-all Has determined that the Principia is Not needed to get the central theses. That our little book intended to aid Is solely sufficient, so ditch the rest, Rely solely on these excerpts for the test. (c) nyonglema
Lies
Waterfalls start slow: Drops fall on unknowing rock, The stream grows, the End. (c) nyonglema
Expertise
Which book has been the most burnt, The most insulted, the most analyzed, Challenged, denigrated, hated? Experts in the comment section Light up the fireworks of opinion. Greek and Hebrew and Aramaic Hold no secret to them. The History of the People whose Words fill its pages is as Elementary as ABC to them; they Can re-enact it from their homes. Armed with the sword of language, History, culture, Geography, Philosophy and science of the day, They hack away, they hack away! Contradictions? hack hack hack. Falsehoods? hack hack hack. Human inventions? hack hack hack. Their keyboards sharper than steel! They've read all 73 books, stroke For stroke, and can parallel texts, One section to other, to see how each author Made up the story to suit their narrative. Or they have not? But 1 video is sufficient, They're now experts of everything! The Book is false, the tradition as well. Their feelings and opinion are the Truth. Encouraged by others like them who In pride turned Its words into rascals, Bending them to do their will over the Will They type away, playing "God". (c) nyonglema
After Trump 2
So now Trump lost, and Facebook, Twitter, Alphabet, Hollywood and the MSM won... Hold back your tears, Marcus Antonius, as the toga With holes which is prop to your words. Lost for words, the crowds try to catch your every word. Their ears try to synthesize hope from them, The man on the pedestal will no more give them such hope And hopefully he taught them how to fish. No more will their voices be heard, even As the gramophone goes silent. For four years they heard their echo with solutions And saw these take form according to their wish. The storm within seeks an outlet to simmer down, But Caesar wasn't enough for the conspirators. They want more blood, as a cat taunting its catch, The murderer stabbing the lifeless victim Forgetting that anger leads always to great evil Especially when egged on by a victor's muzzle. Hold back your tears, Marcus Antonius, and keep peace, In spite of Newton's third law, hold back, keep peace. (c) nyonglema
