Kids writing on space:
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!
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.
But when the promise long foretold at last came to pass
God Himself, didn’t take a staff, or cloak.
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
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?
2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
Fibs eat laxity with no laxatives on
35, 56, 91
Eyes turn away; what’s a little Fib growing?
We’ll find a way even when Truth’s gone.
Of course the details long to be read
Upon the hundreds of pages that hide,
Behind each of this books pages’ side
Waterfalls start slow
Which book has been the most burnt,
The most insulted, the most analyzed,
Challenged, denigrated, hated?