The search continues through the years
Who made all this, what is his name
So many people have believed
It came about without a cause
Yet others know without a doubt
A wise creator filled the void
And put in place the universe
Today I heard about a man
Who fought to keep his place at work
When fellow workers pushed him out
For something called intelligent design
When hearing this, I thought aloud
How can the depth of stars and space
Be formed or born from anything
Compared to testing scores in schools
Or blueprints architects can use
In contrast, then I thought again
Who am I who can hardly breathe
Or cause my heart to beat just once
To stand on knowledge there's no source
Nor argue that there is a force
Then I remembered an old line
From a dark soul, Faustus by name
Who said with dreamy eyes, I'm sure
‘Who then can name him
or claim to know him.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem