Voice of Choice

Middle of the crossroads, I’ve found myself in To my left stand the poets, holding their pens On my right are religions, kneeling behind a cross In front sit the atheists, debating who’s boss Behind me an army of agnostics, look totally lost. Let the dual begin, they all fight for my soul Bards throw the first salvo, a stanza to behold But god’s people retaliate, Bibles are held high Non believers point to a rocket, above in the sky Ones behind me, sit on fences doing nothing at all, Meanwhile the debate rages, almost to a brawl. Poets bring out big guns, Poe, Yates, winning me over Religious read their gospel, drawing me in closer Atheists go all out, with Darwin and natural selection, Agnostics still looking blank, without any direction I’m been torn asunder, on life’s meridian intersection. Bards say without poetry, I’ll never be truly free God’s people counter, embrace Christ and find eternity Non believers tell me look at facts, in human technology I go join the ranks, of recused zombies behind me. By David Kavanagh