Faded Gods
They believed
In the sun,
Carried by a god
And in the cold virgin
Goddess of the moon,
These gods
Who brought forth the world
And watched its many children.
They knew truth.
But today, two millennia later---
We are smarter,
It's been said.
So we laugh
At the squabbling gods
And petty goddesses,
And at the people
Who believed such outlandish myths.
We laugh, not wondering
Who will be laughed at tomorrow.
Truth is fleeting.
[A/N: I would really appreciate constructive reviews. If you're just going to review this purely on a "You're wrong, the only truth is my truth" level, then, really, what's the point? Those comments will only add to the meaning of this poem. Of course, review however you want. Just don't waste your time with the circular reasoning of "I believe this because it's right. How do I know it's right? I believe it!", okay? ;) ]