In a topsy turvy world
Where madness is sanity
How do the sane actually survive
In a pseudo reality?
And if atheism is true
And everything else is a lie
Then matter is all that matters,
Oh me, oh my!
Where, tell me, is up
And which way is down
And how can we say differently
And neither is wrong?
I can transition
But I cannot change back
Even though anything goes
And nothing is a fact.
A topsy turvy world
Is as good as any name
Where there is moral relativism
Thus, no blame.
Accept my gender
Once I tell you I am that
And never mind how I look,
Treat it as a fact.
Remember, I have the right
To be whatever I feel,
So, don’t you dare oppose me
Just simply yield.
All that matters is matter
Hate-speech is a no-no,
It’s not your worry what I am
Just agree it’s so.
To some this is not much
To others, quite a lot,
But there are irregularities
I hope you spot.
Atheism is one of them
Materialism is another,
Scientism is a scientific stretch
Monism is a bother.
Nothing before life
And nothing thereafter,
There is no slave and no servant
And definitely no master.
No God to overrule
No creator or creatures,
The right to do whatever I like-
Absolutely no standards.
Ecclesiastes 9 verse 3
Is an appropriate summary,
And how to avoid this inevitability
Is beyond you or me.
It will come to one and all
Both great and small
And none will escape its frigid bite
No, none at all.
Death is of a truth
It’s as real as real can be,
It’s a gateway to another world
Awaiting you and me.
Nothing before life
And nothing thereafter
Is nothing more than a satanic lie
Full of tragic laughter.
Laughing oneself to death
That’s what I mean,
What a topsy turvy world it is!
What a hopeless scene!
Stewart Russell © June 6, 2024
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