Superstition

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Oct 07, 2024

Superstition.
Germination.
Seeds
from the
start.
Travel
back.
Back
to the
beginning.
How far?
Before
the earth?
Before
the sun?
Dawn of
humanity.
Product
of all.
Designed.
Creation’s
design.
Primitive
start.
Superstition,
fear.
Ruling
the way.
Evolving.
Modernity.
Still so
today.
Superstition
fear,
seeds
all still.
Simply
designed
that way.
Soon a
new way.
A new
look.
Enters
the scene.
Cold hard
reason.
Intelligence
sans fear.
Without
superstition.
Designed.
Created
to replace.
Rendering
all obsolete!
Washing
it away.

 

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