The folly of human fancy

Help me to see

If it’s a mark of intelligence

To question the pre-existence of God

And delve into secrets too deep

For finite intellect

And dig into the mysteries of God

Even to cavil at infinite wisdom

Trying to measure the universe with a yardstick

Doubting everything and believing in nothing

Yet acquiring a Bachelors

In a few years of apostasy a Masters too

And at the peak of rebellion a Doctorate

 Till you’ve lost all virtue and dignity of creation

And you’re nothing but merely a Professor

By pat k lamba