Trudging ‘cross mindless sands us hominids
Catching glimpse of universes yet unnamed
Struggling with visions sometimes sordid
Trying to get why we’re often blamed
Countless pillars loom before us
Propping theories yet untamed
What is true and what is false evades us
Brains befuddled by ideas still unclaimed
Where’d we come from, where’re we going
All these millions some still chained
Reason becomes a hostage sewing
Garments of false hope ongoing
Work on this Rudyard. I would like to turn it (with some creative editing) into a hymn Sung to the Tune St. Winnifreds