I watch your vapid moralising, your primate posturing,
See how you savour your outrage, cherish your resentment.
I observe your judgement rise like steam from your scorching black and white morality,
Your conviction seething with righteous fury and indignation.
I want to remove this white-hot certainty from you,
So in your mind I insert the thought;
What if there is no right nor wrong, no good or evil,
Just the movement of atoms, colliding randomly,
In foetal cells and spiral galaxies,
Making art, painting the universe,
With a palette of infinite shades of grey?
See how you savour your outrage, cherish your resentment.
I observe your judgement rise like steam from your scorching black and white morality,
Your conviction seething with righteous fury and indignation.
I want to remove this white-hot certainty from you,
So in your mind I insert the thought;
What if there is no right nor wrong, no good or evil,
Just the movement of atoms, colliding randomly,
In foetal cells and spiral galaxies,
Making art, painting the universe,
With a palette of infinite shades of grey?
