The Grand Design Delusion Poem by chize ryan ogunkah

They say
Being is a consequence of a cosmic explosion
Bereft of any conscious intrusion

From a billion years accumulation
That's shy of any active intention

With tiny bits of compacted matter
Accruing to a gigantic ball to flatter (scatter)

And blazing the trail for all life later
In this complex maze (sphere) with water


We say
The veracity of Creatio ex nihilo
May Dare human logic in-toto

With questions of 'how on earth' does it follow
From zilch (nada) to sprightly sunglows

And Confounds the logic of the ardent atheist or addled agnostic
As a conscious concoction of a pseudo-mystic

But the glorious effect of this ordered universe
Is a conscious cause from HIS beautiful ‘mess'