[The poem below was recently selected for inclusion at a British Humanist Association music and poetry event]
It’s late and it’s dark, and I should be sleeping
But rest I can not, for my mind is creeping
And whilst I don’t fret, and happily ‘chillax’
The witty dinner table response is, perhaps
Often not something I’m able to say
Maybe it’s not ‘good dinner table etiquette’, or it might be my esprit d’escalier
The lack of cutting riposte is simply not fair
Rarely at the table, but so often at the stairs
How is it that one is unable to cope?
My opponent reads a tabloid horoscope
Thus you find me here, with ample time
To conjecture some objections, and, somewhat self-indulgently, considering their serious nature … put them all in rhyme
A few basics …
1 I don’t need a God and neither do you, 2
The removal of a supernatural being on which so many rely could only help humanity, 3
Politicians and businessmen make careers and money out of war, 4
Learn about evolution and you’ll realise how lucky you are to be alive, 5
And even luckier to be sat somewhere warm, well fed, reading and understanding this, 6
When it all ends we become the earth once more – our impersonal and interchangeable atoms of awareness and discovery make a final transition back into the world that spawned us. That’s Amazing with a capital A. Why on Earth do we need a construction called ‘heaven’?, 7
Everyone means something different when they say the word ‘fate’, 8
It isn’t cheesy – it’s factual – when one says: ‘what’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine’, 9
If we don’t re-think ‘boom and bust’ capitalism RIGHT NOW, it will all happen again, 10
The majesty of science is that everything we hold to be true can be altered, under accepted experimental conditions, in a moment; such as the once denied, then disputed, then accepted fact that the Earth moves around the Sun. And on that topic, I return you to 1
You see, what we’re dealing with here isn’t heresy, or jealousy, or treason
It’s science, self-reliance … reason
I don’t want Bible-freaks or dagger-wearing Sikhs, but truth
No ghetto-loving Jews, or post-modern Druze … but proof
What do you call ‘alternative medicine’ that actually works?
Medicine
Just look at this society we’ve managed to create
Where Big Brother Live replaces reasoned debate
And what a bizarre human state
That’s it rare to love, and more common to hate
Is this our future? Vacuous consumerisation
Says I, born ‘79, child of the MTV generation[1]
But why oh why am I telling you this?
I had my chance; an opportunity missed
His irrational ramblings I had to ignore
Alex, please leave your scepticism at the door
Frustration vented, it’s time for bed
All of the above, is what I should have said
[1] Follow the theme here

