It's good to practice moderation.
In everything we do.
But there are places where moderation,
Colors a different hue.
There are no moderate Christians,
Nor moderate Islamics, too.
For if you say you believe the myth,
Then, you believe the rest is true.
Two thousand years of science.
Have debunked a myth or two.
Yet we cling to this myth mighty,
Captive to its wondrous view.
So we straddle the living fence,
And pray to whom we do not know.
On the off chance that history is right,
And off to heaven we’ll go.
On the route the old book tells us,
To throw in with the extreme,
Edging closer to a fear-shaped world.
Heaven or just death on a particle beam?
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Copyright 2005 © Ronald W. Hull
2/6/05
