Allah sent the prophet
Buddha laid out the eightfold path
Christ died on a cross for our sins
Did any of it matter?
Everyone is still in purgatory
Fighting over truths we can’t prove
God or gods, ancestors or angels
Heaven is overstuffed with dreams,
Inspired by our faults
Joy should be our North Star
Knowledge should not be feared
Love should be our gift to all, but
Morals are bent by fear
Nuances become our nemesis
Original thoughts anathema
Prising religion from the powerful is a
Quixotic endeavor, and
Rehabilitating it a
Sisyphean task.
Time may be running out for
Us to get it together, to
Value ourselves more than red flagged gods
When will we write a new book, and stop
Xeroxing old, faded ideas? Maybe
You will have the answer, maybe you will reach the
Zenith, and bring us with you
About the Creator
Shaun Walters
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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Comments (2)
interesting thoughts, thank you
Brilliant poem, Shaun. I love how you set it up so well in the beginning!