Sonnet to Science - Dirt Poor Robins

What’s in the middle of the world?

Does anybody know?

Has anybody been there?

Hell no, I never want to go

So come on dig your hole anywhere but here

We all are living with the sun burning above us

I wonder, when will everyone fall in love?

What’s in the center of a man?

Can we ever understand all that he is made of?

Look now, the words are falling out his mouth

You hear him shout about everything he’s done

We all are living with the sun burning above us

I wonder, when will everyone fall in love?

Why the kill the poet’s heart with all this mathematic talk

And dry the muse into a distant star?

Vulture who draws his wings to spread his dull realities

And circle hope until it breathes no more

So the war goes on, it never ends

Like a record it spins 'round and 'round

Choosing our enemies and friends

And we do it again and again and again

So the war goes on, it never ends

Like a record it spins 'round and 'round

Choosing our enemies and friends

And we do it again and again and again and again