The Poems of Question
Senseless conflicts about nothing
Endless sacrifice laid to waist
All things taken, are given back
Except forgotten markers that paid the price
Oh such a perfect world for pain and suffering
No one will believe
The unequaled beauty of it all
The fables, lies and deceit.
Breathless as we take it in
The Evil that lies without
The truth lyes with the beholder
What's the Deal?
The world is round?
Or is it flat?
It’s quite profound!
Why is that?
It’s just a guess!
No photos took!
It is just a mess!
Has anybody gone up to look?
We see it curves,
We see it bends,
Is it our nerves?
No, it’s just the lens!
We are told we spin, on a daily bases
All the while taking our, yearly paces
Meanwhile the Sun, is off to the races
Then of course the Galaxy, has to keep it’s spaces
What holds us down, on this flat land?
What gives us levity?
Why it’s what science has been beating to the band.
The “Theory of Gravity”