Beyond Our Ken
The world and Time have mocked us all,
Be we great or be we small.
The same temptations Jesus thwarted,
The Church, I fear, has oft times courted.
Luther preached before the throne
The just shall live by faith alone.
Yet freedom in a peasant’s ears
filled his lord with dread and fears.
“Workers unite!” was Marx’s plea.
The aftermath is plain to see.
A pacifist brought forth the Bomb,
A paradox Lord save us from.
Our fate, its sense beyond our ken,
Must be:
(For optimists) - to fail and strive again.
(For pessimists) - to strive and fail again.
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