Mr Know It All
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if you are a science channel junkie, you might smile at some of this. we think we have it all figured out, but 100 years from now men will probably call some of our science nonsense. lol. i hope you all enjoy and never take me too seriously.
You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan
Where nothing was and
. . .
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to challenge?
While the gene pool we swim in is so shallow?
Explain to me the black hole or atom
The gravity
that we can't fathom
Or singularity
where time stands still
Or dark energy
Unseen but real
How 2 plus 2 is never 5
How gravity bends light and time
Do thoughts move faster than does light?
Prove sarcasm, love, or even fright
How sound travels yet can't be seen
Or exactly how life came to be
Big bounce? Big Bang?
String theory or brane?
Is Laminin what it seems to be?
How Neutrinos pass through cold steel beams?
Why some men choose gold over life
While letting children starve and die
And in the name of gods men kill and lie
Religion can't mask their Godless pride
Explain to me sir if you can
Is man your god
Or is your god man
Or how a seed can crack and die
And press through dirt up towards the sky
Universe? Multiverse? Or parallel?
Who's to say or who can tell?
Explain to me sir if you can
The event horizon Kerr, oh vain man
You think that you can know it all
While the speck we live on is so small
Did you know that pride precedes your looming fall?
At one time you thought the earth was flat.
Now you mock and scoff at that.
Yet you're still willing for magic beans to trade the cow,
Or your children's future for the here and now
Can you feed all the hungry with what you know?
Can you stop hate, and make love grow?
Can you conquer fear in your Petri dish?
Or should I just click my heels and make a wish?
Maybe Something Somewhere is bigger than us.
That we can't fathom, but can discuss.
But if we are to do that you must know,
Your superstition has to go.
I'm not talking bout 4 leaf clovers.
Or chanting some prayer over and over.
Ain't talking bout black cats crossing the road,
Or eye of bat or oil of toad.
I'm talking about what you think you know,
Your pride my brother has got to go.
But that pride helps cover up your fear
It blinds your eyes
Stops up your ears.
I'm telling you man just let it go
And let's have a frank discussion about our souls?
Psalm 14:1
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014
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