They say it,
Poetry declined with the faith on the wane,
Raked by doubts and inner conflicts,
The tension between faith and doubt,
Art and science
And we doubted poetry
As our life and blood
Teaching us otherwise,
Making us believe differently.
Poetry declined it of course
As superstitious and mythical faith eclipsed
And doubt prevailed upon,
Giving way to logic and clear reasoning,
Dry facts and bare realities,
Lengthening the expectancy of human life,
Evolving new strategies of survival.
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