No gods, and no conspiracies
Of solemn caped cabals
Directing human suffering,
Awarding life's rewards.
Just people doing what they must
However cruel, however just;
People judging what is right
Through processes so often wrong.
No gods, and no elite cabals,
Only fear and ignorance,
Prejudice and arrogance,
Pride, and a whole pride of falls.
And mystery, in its essence, scares,
And drives the mind to platitudes
Which soothe the heart, allay the cares,
And let in less alarming moods.
No gods, and no more platitudes
No cabals and conspiracies,
No meantime fiction while the truth
Prepares itself for revelation,
Just truth and in its absence, questions.