![]() The Broken and LostA Poem by Kenneth The Poet![]() Where I stand.![]()
The ones without have no basis with which to live the moral life
And yet the ones with have probably not suffered the strife Suffered the strife that comes with giving up unwarranted belief Suffered the strife in human relationships, large amounts of grief Suffered the strife invovled with trying to find the meaning of it all Suffered the strife of the razor's edge, looking down, about to fall This typical pattern may have led people out of faith and back in But only suffer the wrath of perfection because of this nebulous sin Born with a taint they didn't deserve, separation attained not by us No wonder those without go on a rampage, they scream and they cuss The lack of true meaning in and out of our institutions is seriously gross Suicides are on the rise, the intelligent minds give up their sacred ghost The so-called Perfect Creator created these shells to give him glory And yet He is imperfect because he demands it in many an old story This is not choice, this is coercion at the tip of a sharpened blade This is predestination that ends with a scoop of dirt in a spade There is no point to your faith, we just are pawns in a rigged contest And yet we all have a free choice to believe, such a sick f*****g jest Those who believe can't come up with a dogma on which all agree And those don't believe are the ones are the biggest problems you see They have no illusions, they just know that religion is a monetary scheme It drains bank accounts, it's leaves the common man ready to scream So I have to ask, why are the non-believers always chided and derided When the believers always claims that their interpretation is one-sided? So, drink a shot or a few to the shepherds and sheep that pay the cost And let us chuckle and deride those who say we are the broken and lost © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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Added on May 24, 2011Last Updated on May 24, 2011 Author![]() Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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