Eternal questions...

What d'you hold holy?
Where is your base?
Who is your model?
Tolstoy, Pessoa, Garcia or?
Again?

My hunting - gun idle till autumn arrives,
I languish struggling with these and the like
Tiresome, damnable, Long out of fashion,
Naive, infantile 
Eternal questions.

"Protect the weak?
Contain the strong?"
What if I can't?
What if I won't?
What if away from my pathway I've wandered?

I probe a new notion,
All dogma spurning;
"What if conscience
Is not class-determined?

"What if we mustn't
Shrug off
All pettiness,
Falsehood
And corruption
As of the past
Vestiges?"

I'm lost and I'm bogged,
I cannot see straight.
I've no faith in God,
And I'm at odds with Satan.

Hope not, or...