Danny The Dreamer Boyd - Skepticism

If you were there how could it be, or why,
Do I see melancholy everywhere?
And every dream is tainted with despair?
And all hellos do hide a harsh goodbye?
We die inside with whom about to die;
And in such life that's very far from fair:
We love or hate, we laugh or cry, and dare
To doubt a truth and wisdom of the sky.
A child is born not ruthless but with love,
And sees but each and everyone the same;
Although alike we're not in awful parts.
So why such gods with much oh power move:
The virgin hearts into religion's game,
Or end, alas, a life before it starts?

Danny The Dreamer Boyd

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