Lore Lines

To you is given a body more graceful than other animals, to you power of apt and various movements, to you most sharp and delicate senses, to you wit, reason, memory like an immortal god
... Battista Alberti

To you who nonsense made
of Darwin's logical lore
What to the table brings't
except goodnews of chains
of fear, of mental slavery

Gape those eyes and ears
hoist from the chasm of ignorance
cerebral freedom - I pray
Heresy is a fictive tag
by the Elite made - and blasphemy its distant cousin

Our maker is ne'er the monster
by scrolls of faith made, like
Oil on canvas, its paintings cast
upon a heap of blanks

Forthwith, of four needful essence
to you and me it is
Of water, fire, earth, air...
Be free I pray you

From flavoured slavery