Secular Humanist Poem

This is a poem I wrote when I was younger and thought you guys might appreciate, considering the lack of secular humanist poetry (at least as far as I know)

The fall of forever

Down these halls of burning nether,

Oh this dream that we sinned and fell from grace.

Is a vain and empty sorrow

The mute voice we sought to borrow

From somewhere beyond the heart of our weak race


But this power we would possess

One wakes to find is nothing less

Than a power never truly to be had.

Built to free us from the chains

And alleviate the pains

From a war with a world gone mad.


All we know must burn away

And so we turn to fall, and pray:

Begging to be more than simply time.

And in doing so are rendered blind

From every truth we hoped to find

And just reiterate the same old ancient lines.


I say, give over, sightless fools

And those addicted to the rule 

Which says that “men were given hearts that they might break.”

No, let us sing the gift of Love!

For e’en if god is not above

Then he, at least, is everything in us that’s great.

--MatrixExponential