BoyA Poem by robk22The confusion of religion and its aims given to a young man.Boy When I was a boy they said “god bless
your soul” But you don’t understand at just
seven years old, Still I’d nod and smile understanding
goodwill, Like I now understand how their good
books can kill When I was just eleven they said
“plan out your life! Make your mistakes right now or
you’ll die, And the devil will take you and
torture your soul!” All this for a boy of eleven years
old! And the fear made a man out of dust and confusion, Here’s to the father, the son and illusion, So dad when you say “god bless” tonight, Don’t hope or pray that I’ll see the light. When I was thirteen the west was
disturbed By a small group of men who don’t go
to church, They bow to the east and speak
foreign tongue Apparently our gods just don’t get
along, When I was seventeen, bombs hit
London town So we took Baghdad and levelled it
down And we dropped to our knees and bowed
to the west Apparently protest just doesn’t
connect And the fear made a man out of dust and confusion, Here’s to the father, the son and illusion, So dad when you say “god bless” tonight, Don’t hope or pray that I’ll see the light It’s the lights on the TV that sparkle and burn Like the candles that melt for the fiction in church When society crumbles and cries out His name, I’ll level that church, because the lord never came © 2010 robk22Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 11, 2010 Last Updated on January 11, 2010 Authorrobk22Derby, United KingdomAboutI am God's art project; a collage of his favourite things: - KJT, Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle, DC, Marvel, Blink 182, William Blake, Jeph Loeb, J. K. Rowling, Grant Morrison, Robert Downey Junior, learni.. more..Writing
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