The Truth Seekers Poem by Bryan Sefton

The light good for seeing by
Though the meaning's lost to me
It will die then rage, is bright then vague
As silver fishes in the sea
And just as they can catch the eye
The words can flash and dance
Then the foundation seems to drift
Just like some politicians stance

The light is good for walking by
The directions not too certain
The hand that's pointing 'go this way'
Is pointing at a curtain
And the number one commandment is
Have faith in your confusion
And Plato babbles all alone
In an institution

So we dance to uncertainty
And sing our adoration
And try to make a simple life
Of our complication
For eternity's a second
That will just not go away
And Socrates is dying still
All the live long day

So every man in his certainty
Eliminates all the rest
And stands erect for God to pin
The medals on his chest
His God not theirs, his God not yours
And certainly not mine
For my God's all God's rolled into one
That's my light that shines

For in his wisdom did he not
Colour our different skins?
Then our tongues? Our hearts? .Our minds?
Then he seperated him
And in his different guises
Set us out to earn our fate
To learn that man is all men
It is himself he loves or hates

The portent of another life
Is a succession of lives in hues
And a reversal of the fateful roles
So the Nazi is the Jew
So the perpetrator, as the victim
Stands alone in a crowded dock
And the accusers point their fingers
At themselves and jeer and mock

That in the end we will look back
Upon a succession of paths we trod
And see the lessons learned
From a variety of Gods
That every colour, every creed
Ever man was you
And the light was good for seeing by
Only if you wanted too