Axioms of Irrationality
Irrational enthusiasm
Possibly a conundrum
But an iconoclasm
Directed to the numb ones
Impervious to truth,
Believing in a fading happiness
Through the lies of a sleuth
In all its craftiness.
The Irrational claims a future,
Simultaneously preparing a tomb
For those deprived of a life-giving nurture,
But murdered in the womb.
And Irrationality had a goal,
A deadline though previously foreseen.
But political haste took its toll
On thirteen butchered Marines.
What do we make of it?
What do we believe?
Shall we endure or quit?
Or simply bereave?
Irrational enthusiasm,
(Perhaps circumscription)
Albeit a conundrum,
Is contradiction.
Better not our hopes and words misuse.
Living in our Creator is the Rational enthuse.
© 2024 Worth Earlwood Norman Jr
