Eternal SacrificeA Poem by Daniel BothaA poem written from the perspective of a man struggling with his own religious identity.I can barely hear the passionate proclamations - my pastor in the back pews; Tucked away in my corner, bibles surround me, Mine the only one lathered in a thin film of dust; Ancient words, from ancient people, with ancient values. Can you hear them? Poisoned bigots chanting, their placards held high: "God hates gays, God hates gays, God hates gays..." Meanwhile that pastor chants cries of love, awesome power and tolerance. Somewhere, out there is a scientist, Furiously jotting down notes, Research, research, research; We give no credit to our scientist; Oh no, that we give to God. You can sit there Mr Pastor, on your patronizing pedestal, procrastinating, While millions overseas suffer, starve and shout similar cries of anguish, While God somehow values our prayers over theirs. And I could leave, Mr Pastor; I could abandon a cruel indoctrination, leave all this behind; I could go on my way, taking what little self-worth I still have; But I won't - I gave all that to God. So I sit here, absorbing nothing, Your monotonous murmur enough to drive me mad; Skeptically, I ponder - To God I gave my life, To me, I gave nothing but strife.
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