One side claims he's moribund.
The other sees him dancing a jig,
While the ancients of the Cambrian shout,
"You have a grave to dig!"
I grew up sometime in my fifties.
I was a bearded child before then.
I listened as my betters said
Baboons and Man were kin.
They showed me the geologic strata
And the fossils that lie within.
They showed me an amphibian's leg
Evolving from a fish's fin.
They say the Earth is so undoubtedly
Billions plus millions of years old.
Plenty of time for Man to evolve
from his nemesis, the common cold.
They say that uranium splits apart.
It's atoms make the perfect clock.
They've used it to determine the planet's birth
Down to the first tick and tock.
They package their wisdom neatly.
It's a gem with no blemish or flaw.
So sure are they of their theory,
They like to call it Nature's law.
Who was I to question them?
They went to Harvard, some to MIT.
They had deciphered the genetic code
And I stocked shelves at A&P.
One day, I came of age
And saw them for what they were:
Bigoted, close-minded progressives
Who greet intelligent design with a slur.
I don't see how I ever believed
All life was by happenstance.
I now see God's works of miracles
Wherever my eyes may glance.
Darwinism is today's Piltdown Man
That once had me under its spell.
I just hope Dawkins' eyes are opened
Before he writes books in Hell.
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