Whilst black holes in space can pull stars to oblivion,
And physicists dream in their own special idiom
Of macro and micro, or quasars and quarks,
You might be forgiven for feeling this marks
The end of a story, which finally brings
A beautiful unification to things.
Yet beyond our desire to comprehend stars
Or, send earth’s ambassadors winging to Mars,
We must urgently ask the cults of conviction,
Intent upon preaching a dangerous fiction
Why a peaceable god they believe is so great,
Would fill his creations with murderous hate?
© James Rainsford 2012
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