Science is proclaimed with pride
With a feeling of religion and poetry inside.
Scientific papers are read by few.
“Go ahead, doctor, do what you need to do.”
Scientific certainty is known to be small—
Wisdom whispers, “you really don’t know anything at all.”
Why cancer? What’s immune? Where’s the gay gene?
How did life start? Is the universe clean?
How big is the universe? How old? We don’t know.
Heat is a mystery. A star-anomaly a glow.
Every single tomorrow is a guess.
Science is an eye, suffering every kind of stress.
The Jews emerged from superstition;
The Christians climbed into position
As Islam sought to overtake
And science, a religion, is about to break
Since, to be science, science must admit
Ignorance is the very essence of it.
We know ignorance inside our cars
Dying, crashing. We live in ignorance beneath the stars.