We pretend to look it up
We pretend to know it all
We pretend to have the facts
Yet in the end we always fall
Enamored by religion
Institutional
A Boolean of truth
Where all other things are false
Because science has said it
For governmental funding
We read it on the headline
And that is saying something
The CDC, celebrities
All picturesque and stunning
It’s the popular opinion
No need to be confronting
All other options foolish
Lacking of the facts
Watched the news for twenty minutes
Put my faith within the act
God, I’m so enlightened
Nothing can distract
Cognitive to propaganda
Such revival in the tract
Time to get a flu shot
Need a new vaccine
Funding the production
Building a machine
Chemicals and compounds
Give me some caffeine
Loving this placebo
False securities in me
Never question anything
Never truly know
Never benefit the world
Just doing what we’re told
Livestock in comparison
No purpose to the soul
Idiots politicized
Who can barely even cope
While truth could be discovered
We remain within a cage
Mentally reduced
To the headlines of a page
References, a feeling
Unstable and enraged
Offended by statistics
With no hope of any change
The dangers of religion
Faith in institutes
Unchallenged and unscrutinized
Leaves minds of destitute
Zealous in belief
In an aimless, blind pursuit
Contemplation all abandoned
Afterthought, a residue
Brainwashed, corrupted
Controlled and engineered
Influenced, deceived
Hoodwinked and held in fear
Deluded, perverted
Seduced and volunteer
All references in marionette
The act of puppeteers
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A display of a very real issue in society, dealing with how society processes information. As most in society are so easily corralled into suggestive ideas, rather than pursuers of truth. This is a look at conformity, and ignorance, and faith and the inability to question… all the while letting their belief/trust become established and fortified in an idea without any real understanding, and most often without fully being truth.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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It seems you do not like religion
Or faith in anything
Nihilistic, loving Relativism
Will leave you rich: the king of all Nothing
True, blind belief is bad
In lies and any falsehoods
But with no belief in God
The only truth is death
I’m not entirely sure I see how your deductions are supported through the context of this poem (with the exception of interpretation), but it is definitely a very curious thing to have read your response.
I think, as with many things in life, we would probably have to sit down and really get a better understanding of what things mean to one another, individually, and get a more clearer definition of meaning (probably starting with the word religion, as that may hold the most disconnect.).
But I appreciate your time writing out this comment, as I perceive it as genuinely cautionary, if nothing else.
Indeed, I apologize if I misconstrued the dominant theme of your well-written poem.
I certainly hope (and find support for in your comment) that the entirety of a poet's beliefs would not be encapsulated in a poem, no matter how well written it may be, and I forthwith amend my understanding of the import of your poem as being genuinely cautionary, if nothing else.
Besides that, though, I thought your poetic style was intriguing, and so I tried my hand at it (somewhat poorly, I'll admit).
No apologies needed, I sincerely just found your initial views towards it interesting. I am certainly not offended by it in any capacity. I do appreciate the reply though, that you would care enough to at least not want to be intentionally offensive, or whatever. It’s good character.
I’ll have to check out your poem when I get the chance. Thanks again for the reply and accepting the friendship thing. See you around.
The pleasure and the gratitude is mine. It is very rare to find someone with your equanimity and understanding in any forum of discussion, both off- and online. Till our poetic interests converge again, friend.
Very comprehensive. I always have my salt shaker handy! Good work. Cheers
Nice, you need a good salt shaker every now and then; to season a good meal, or to throw into someone’s wound!
I appreciate the comment, and am glad you enjoyed it.
But many of us can cut those strings and live in our own wonderful lives.
Andy
That is the beauty of it, isn’t it!
That we CAN exist outside of it.
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