Sunday Gathering

The church bell rings

Ding, dong, dong, dong

Flat, cold, lifeless, pointless

Sounding out across this town


I hate that bell

I despise it

I'd smash it if I could

Into a thousand pieces


But what would be

The point in that

The people still would flock

And make that bell a martyr


And I would watch

Them pouring in

Dressed in Sunday finest

Denying their existence


"You can't do that"

"You must do this"

Utter bourgeois rubbish!

Spewing down from the pulpit


Then I'd stand up

And roar at them

"Can't you see your freedom

Your terrifying freedom"


There is no need

To gather here

In utter mauvaise foi

And perfect self denial


Go - live your lives

Give yourself - meaning

There is no need for God

Freedom is condemnation.



"Religion is opium for the people. Religion is a sort of spiritual booze..."  V I Lenin, Socialism and Religion.


" Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does."  Jean-Paul Sartre,   Being and Nothingness


"The old families of business men and ship-owners were of the opinion that the building should be erected  on the summit of the Coteau Vert, where they lived, 'so that St Cecile could watch over Bouville like the Sacre-Coeur de Jesus over Paris'."  Jean-Paul Sartre,  Nausea.