Somewhere Along The Way

Somewhere Along The Way

In the beginning, it was O.K.,
In the beginning, it was all right,
As a matter of prerogative,
Begin with an interrogative,
In order to allay and enlight.
Yet, alas, somewhere along the way,
Around a campfire in the night,
Born of an infantile derision,
And penchant for the quick decision,
In order to belay the untrite.
For it was no longer Plato's day,
Aristotle was no longer right,
On deafened ears they did not impart,
And Galileo had no such chart,
In order to fray ropes tied tight.
Yea, as the funerary ropes sway,
In the early morning's rising light,
The atheist artists catch the sun,
Painting the corpses of everyone,
Where the wretched pray and gifted fight.