Too soon the darkness comes, the dreamless night.
Too soon the vision fades, and all emotion
Ceases. Too soon the soul, which once was light,
Goes out. We turn to meat and vegetation.
No airy and ungrounded speculation
Can contradict the evidence of shrouds:
The journey to the final destination
Is the goal. We strive for dreams, not clouds.
We strive for human justice, human truth,
For this is all there is, this life, this earth.
Irrelevant the churches' tolling bells;
Our heavens all are here, and all our hells.
There is no god, and never ever was,
For lions eat gazelles - and we fight wars.