Zoo
There are Larvae, Microbes and Zebras,
Scorpions, Dragons and Libras.
There's insidious germ
To make one infirm.
Pandora's cursed Box;
Medusa's snake pox.
What of vilified worm?
At whose sight we still squirm
Can't tell butt from head,
Perhaps he's inbred?
Which leads me to wonder
If nature did blunder
Did She fall asleep at the wheel
Upending her DNA keel
Waking to surreptitious creation
Muddled gene dispensation?
We once believed Earth to be flat
How did our brains surmise that!
The World then got round
And it was found
To be neither centre nor hearth,
Nor God's fixed point; this earth.
To say it spun round the Sun
Was contrary, not to be done.
Church played the heretic card.
Galileo was put under guard.
He'd de-mortared the bricks of belief
Seems Science to God was as thief.
We still put ideas in cages
Debate endlessly rages.
In this ideological zoo
What can we know to be true?
Reality lines are quite thin
There is much that comes out from within
And much that seeps in from without
While our minds keep spinning about.
© Grapher
