It's a fact not belief
that tiny particles are passing through us
and causing a fatigue from which only science,
not rest or belief, might offer relief.
One civilization no longer genocides.
Another does.
Relief is no relief from attempting to kill,
nor from spiting science,
believing relieving another will.
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I would like to translate this poem
Facts are comforting. Belief is accepting without facts, and so uncomforting