The fault lies not in our stars…

 

“The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars

But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

-Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

 

From time immemorial man has tried

To make some sense of this world wide

 

Life operates in ways quite mysterious

It’s machinations make human beings curious

When scientific inquiry fails to provide

Answers; science and superstition collide-

Thus was born astrology, a discipline controversial

Claiming our fates are tied to configurations astral

How can stars and planets located light years away

Influence a mere human, a skeptic would say

Yet people trying to make sense of their lives that spin

Out of control check horoscopes daily, trying to believe in

Anything that gives them some semblance of control

Astrological predictions are like therapy for their souls

The stars  make a nice scapegoat, I would say

To unload responsibility- they can be blamed anyway

When they “align” (a term quite dubious)

Fate would bestow you with blessings copious

 

Belief in astrology should have been outdated

To the era of Shakespeare it should have been delegated

But newspapers across the world  still carry a column

Dedicated to this discipline, read by millions

Some hang on to every word but for others

It is frivolous entertainment, like any other

Section devoted to housekeeping or fashion

Nice to read but with no direct implication

 

The stars were aligned so this verse was written

May the planets behave themselves in the heavens!