The Riddle of ReligionA Poem by spenceAn atheistic assertion of truth. Avoid if existential truth offends.It’s not a harmless fairytale Told to children as a fable It means the world to billions And has done so through the ages It’s a plague that’s raged for generations It’s a pestilence- a curse It discriminates- indoctrinates As it ravages the earth It endorses war for its cause It has influence like no other It means us harm and calls to arms Brother against brother It tells us we’re not equal Male to female, black to white It speaks from lips of chosen ones Who tell us ‘might is right’ It’s a riddle, an enigma A conundrum of folk tales It’s a metaphor in parables For how our species fails It’s a book, a place of worship It drowns free thought in sin It holds us back from evolutionary tracts Before peace can begin It is faith in the unknown In the futile hope of favour It tells we sheep to bow down meek Over lifetimes of slave labour It’s an amalgamation, an accumulation Of ancient myth and legend Written down by long dead men That some use to portend The end of days, for heathen ways The good lord is displeased So peasant folk who fear their popes Will live life on their knees It’s a shroud of endless mystery That none can qualify It’s religion- it is evil It is time for Gods to die! © 2010 spenceFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on November 23, 2010 Last Updated on November 23, 2010 AuthorspenceGrimsby, United KingdomAboutJust returning to WritersCafe after a couple of years in the wilderness of life. I'm a 40 year old (until December 2013, at least) father of two, former youth and community worker, sometime socio-pol.. more..Writing
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