Beneath
his peasant moon
he'd marvelled at creation,
the reason for it all?
Haunted still,
he returned
to the place where blood
tainted every footfall
across a now barren valley
of death and vengence.
Here... forgiveness
became poisoned
by the faith each
waring nation
lustfully instilled within
it's enthusiastic youth
to create righteous
murdering soldiers.
When...
from practiced lips
of long corrupt religion
had come the disgusting lie
"God be with you"
Each wound
. a gaping hole
. in mans religious fabrication
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- Comment from author about the poem: Those here who shun criticism of organised religion may one day gain the courage to confront the dual standards and hypocracy it insults your integrity with. It will not make you any less spiritual for you are a part of whatever creation is all about. I wonder how many will be too timid or brainwashed to leave a comment.
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for me, just knowing for myself is enough
its 2021
when at a click of a google search
anyone can find out the true history
of so many trusted organisations in our community
its bordering on wilful negligence
for anyone to pretend they don't know,
so I can only assume, they already know
but choose to invest in their faith anyway,
in which case, all I can do
is hope them the best,
but feel its completely pointless to try and
'open peoples eyes'
when they've chosen to self-blockade
their minds...
Thank you LBM. Lets not forget though, those who've (your phrase) 'chosen to self blockade their minds' are the victims of an oppressive organised religion who has instilled FEAR into their minds as impressionable children. Such childhood impressions are very difficult to come to terms with and overcome. Easier by far to turn the page, look the other way and never listen to the phrase 'the worst thing you can do is to do nothing'.
agree totally, doing nothing is morally taxing
but sadly, life is fleeting
and our choices, limited
so we have to decide for ourselves
if we're gonna waste our time
fighting for someone who chooses
to not fight for themselves
or move-on, safeguarding
our own sanity
and helping the many out there
with outstretched hands, despairing;
its a way of life, kinda choice
one is sustainable and rewarding
one is self-defeating and rewarding..
YES! You say it so perfectly in this fine piece of writing. Organized religion is the real enemy of humanity and yes, some practitioners have good intentions but there's an old saying about the paving of the road to Hell that justly applies. Again, an excellent write sir!
Thank you Coyote. The churches were of course originally set up as a power base even before the days of jesus. Today the roman catholic church is the wealthiest financial organisation on the planet.... which flies in the face of this quote from the bible "it is easier for a rich man to pass through the eye of a needle than to enter the kingdom of heaven".
this is quite possibly one of the finest examples of leaning into the punch with the shoulder and not pulling back ..
and without doubt, now one of my favourites DA ............................. N
Thank you Neville.
a mere thankyou is an understatement
That religious fabrication has so many untruths in it, we need to be at one with our own Spirit (God) to be at true peace within ourselves.
Andy
So many are afraid to acknowledge and address the contradictions they perceive in the organised religions through fear instilled in them as children/
That's my kind of cuppa but I'm sure it will be a few generations yet to really come out of that dark place we're coming from.
Sadly fantastic work my friend
There have been peacemakers on this planet for thousands of years Dan but wars still take place. We say we want peace but we have to admit to dual standards. HUmanity is not a collection of peaceful tribes and each tribe claims their god is helping them. We are a mess really aren't we.
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