21 Feb 2016 – Sonnet

Who is this you keep calling “rational?”
Is this some critter in a petrie dish
you keep locked up in your lab – affable
and even eager to grant every wish
the world be sane, somewhat predictable,
reducible by calm analysis,
all stored and sequenced, dancing digital
displays flashed on our high speed abacus?
Our markets answer only to our greed
and fear, our mating by our genitals,
we guide our young according to the deeds
of elders, celebrating festivals
of endless warfare, bigotry, and hate.
You call us sane? You hugely overrate!