Agnostic - Poem by gershon hepner
You do not hold a grudge for long
if you are an agnostic,
and think that no one can be wrong,
with no need to be caustic
towards devout believers who
say God’s alive and well,
the bigot who believes the Jew
will surely rot in hell,
the fundamentalist who thinks
that man was never ape,
the priest who thinks he’s serving drinks
of blood from juice of grape,
towards the stubborn atheists
who think belief baloney,
and most devoutly all insist
that God’s extremely phony,
quite confident there is no power
above the human species,
and so from Hades do not cower
in A.D. times, like B.C.’s.
You don’t condemn the ones whose fears
are based on faith-formed fetters,
since for their drummer you’ve no ears,
and cannot read his letters.
You think life’s a kaleidoscope,
but don’t preach of your prism,
the spectrum radiating hope
till death, agnosticism.
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