Is it true what they say

Is it true what they say

Is it only true some of the time

Does it depend on the truth

Does it fit with our beliefs

Who will it benefit?

You don’t have to take a life

Before you can give it

Whatever religion is

It is not an excuse

For misanthropy.

Whatever happened to the likely lads

I left behind

Waiting for the world to turn?

When it did

They were caught

On the wrong side of thirty

Wishing for a miracle

When they were never in with a chance

Of winning a race against time.

How they stropped

Pranced and preened

Pretending to be

Other than they seemed

Misunderstanding all they saw

Watching from the cheap seats

As those who did

Made good

And those who didn’t

Were left behind

Dreaming of a future

They were never going to see.

Tell it to the birds

They may stop to listen,

Chirp an answer

Seem to understand,

Dip their heads in time

To the conversation

But they are bottom feeders

Waiting to pick up the crumbs.

Even the raptors

Know when to fly away

Intuitively recognising

That the speed of fall,

Will increase mass

And impact the force of their attack

But they will never

Solve the Hodge conjecture

Or the Riemann hypothesis

Then again

Neither will I

But like a Starry Starry night

And Prussian Blue

I know they exist.