The Things Not Seen, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Oh how they prattle
On about the invisible
That this all powerful
Mysterious ways are knowable

It is inconceivable
To the fervent faithful
That their life is finite
Their book is empty promises

The fool’s gold, the pyrite
They look at the sky at night
The pretty stars of speckled light
If no God to cause, gives them a fright

If such to question
They will scorn
You owe this being
For being born

This thing not seen
Consumes their life
If others don’t follow
They cause you strife

The projection of
Their own egos
Insecurities
Languished throws

Cast in fire
Down below
Hollow threats
They bestow

The things unseen
Of this I know
Antiquity’s ignorance
Wrapped in a bow.
(end)

I think this is self explanatory.