It’s legend, fable, superstition or
It’s fact: the allegation by some sect
That this or that godhead we must adore
Or we’ll be punished for being incorrect.
And yet for most of history, we’ve cowed
And bowed obediently before some story
Of beings supernaturally endowed,
Bidden to bask remotely in their glory.
Why not, instead, proclaim our own prowess
And own the innate powers of our kind
With which our evolution has endowed us,
Bestowing not just instinct but a mind?
We’re evolution’s foremost agents now,
No longer bound to cower or kowtow.