Stuck In the Middle

Heaven’s above, Hell’s below, Purgatory’s in the middle, Guess what’s on the menu, Our souls! To solve my riddle. Players in the mix together, Yes actors and entire cast, Props and stars of their show, Entertaining up to the last. Gods and demons, decide our comeuppance and fate, Tomorrow’s judgement day, Our life, is up for debate, Watching over our theatrics, Deliberating all mankind, If a hung jury, will cast us back, into the nether, nowhere time. Born a Roman Catholic, was indoctrinated this spiel, in school, Beaten and punished harshly, if not acceding to their rules. That’s why I’m sceptical, about organised religion, and it’s truth, Why use corporal punishment, unless dishing out bad fruit. You’ll find cynical sentiment, in some, if not many of my poems, I’m not trying to influence, That’s for you, and you alone. I apologize to others, if offended, I’m not trying, to tempt blind faith, My message is, don’t be duped, by con-artists, before it’s all too late. Question everything, without exception, What’s the harm, if nothing’s to hide, Meet your creators, gaze upon them, Project ones honesty, onto Gods eyes. Now find I’m stuck in the middle, Agnostic, my penchant is science, How else, could I have turned out, Chose my own path over forced compliance. By David Kavanagh.