I Don't Know

I don't know if I was made from God's hands,

       But I know my father isn't a good man.

I don’t know if Jesus really rose again,

    But I know these Christians can’t see their sins.

I don’t know what’s history, propaganda or a myth,

     But I know there was some shit that I must've missed.

I don’t know what to do with strength,

    But I know it’s a mistake to use strength to dominate.

I don’t know what beauty is for,

    But I don’t respect anyone who uses it to manipulate. 

I don’t know what it means to be ‘great’,

    But I know it’s a win when we stop the hate.

I don’t know what’s the point of stubborn debate,

     But I know that dialogue can probably change this world's fate.

I don’t if Eurydice was a real lady,

    But I know a lady I would die for.

I don’t know about this fight,

    But I know I’d run through the night

     Just to go home to her.

I don’t know about myself,

    But I know I’d sacrifice everything I’ve built for someone else.

I don’t know how this country became like this,

    But I know that mindful change is worth the risk.

I don’t know why we can’t all come together to work to be better,

    But I sure as shit know how we got so divided.

I don’t know if there is one ‘true’ God or not,

     But I know there are 4,000 different Gods people currently believe in.

I don’t know about the Mother Marry,

    But I know my christian mother’s drinking was scary,

     And her dogma is terrifying.

I don't know why these Christian’s can’t admit shit,

       But a part of me wishes they’d do confessions.

Maybe admitting it out loud helps us learn our lessons?

I don’t know if it’s:

  The Jews,

   The Catholics,

    The Christians,

     The Pagans,

The Atheist,

      The Agnostic,

        Or the Muslims

          That are being honest . . .

All I know is that their faith looks like a drug,

    And that Jesus would probably give everyone they hate a hug. 

I don't know if I was made from God's hands,

       But I know my father isn't a good man.

I don’t know if Jesus really rose again,

    But I know these Christians can’t see their sins,

       Because they believe they’ve already been ‘forgiven’,

          So they never search within.

I don’t know if I know anything,

    But I do know that I know nothing. 

Isn’t life so/a

    funny/tragedy? 

-CH 9/23/25