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Jane of the Jungle (she’s all good)
charmed our world as Darwin’s daughter.
Anglican primates notwithstood,
her leaky theories held some water.

Streams of ngombe, sacred cows
were celebrated. What were these
to which the simian cosmos bows?
Irrelevant hypotheses.

Selecting great apes (naturally)
Miss Misanthrope researched, with love;
her theories, stated factually,
were hailed as truth from God above.

Hoping for reason, shadowing Man
the graybeards came for tempting fruit
unaware of their part in the plan:
to be used, like tools (but more hirsute).

Termites on a slender stalk
delighted hungry primate souls.
Her ripe bananas were the talk
of primatological controls.

peeling off; mzungu starkness
starred the Tanzanian night.
Chimping out, she lit the darkness
claiming scientific right.

Sweating out the Tarzan fever,
naming names while hugging apes
let us, laughing, love and leave her
to her anthropoid escapes.

The seed of my fall
was sowed when in small,
certain twist of fate,
both were working late.

Papers flew to frame you wings
while a hunger pulled my strings,
and in the blues of your gaze,
did my heaven and hell blaze.

If we conceive of a deity
captured perfectly
within our trim theology,
we fool ourselves.

He's true to his word,
but too big for a book
that fits in our human hands.

I’m an atheist but with people
I don’t believe in anyone that creates gods
or that responsibility
that is cleverly left for dead

You'll find Him in the house of prayer
and when wondering on the road of sin
in your future, you'll find Him there
He was with thee where you've been
You'll find Him in thy realities
And even in thy thoughts and dreams
He'll see thee through fatalities
for He hears even thy silent screams
He'll be with thee in the battlefield
weeping the innocence getting killed
when thy enemies draw their swords
He'll  be an invisible armour and shield
You'll find Him on the knot of the rope
of hope, convincing thee not to stop
believing there'll be a better tomorrow
when you're drunk drowning in sorrow
He'll be with ye in thy desolation
when incarcerated and in isolation
At thy departure till thy arrival
He'll be thy comfort and survival
for He says He came for ye sinners,
to turn saddened failures into winners
When thy faith is but ashen embers
because ye feel nobody remembers
He'll lift thee higher for He's salvation
An answer to each and every question
Ye just have to ask and thee shall be given
knock and doors open, repent and thee shall be forgiven
Seek and thee shall find, He's one and the most kind*
When thee breathe He'll be the breath in the air
He's with thee right now... He's everywhere