Beneath
his peasant moon
he marvelled at creation,
the reason for it all?
Haunted still,
he'd 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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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Those here who shun criticism of (any) organised religion may one day gain the courage to confront the dual standards and hypocracy their religion insults one\\\'s intellectual integrity with. It will not make them any less spiritual for they are a part of whatever creation is all about.\r\nRe-posted here on UK rememberance day.
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Interesting piece dusk, interesting point of view.not my view but I respect your opinion.
As you know d a, I completely agree with you nowadays having seen the farce that is organised religion that I used to believe in. We each have our own god/Spirit within us.
Andy
It is 'religion' that is often the problem, but not true Christianity. Though I know that is one religion.
Gotta say those last three line drove the nail in the coffin. Simply marvelous. For the record, criticism is a wondrous thing. Two thumbs up.
Thought provoking
I don’t know if any religion can be called wrong
Or we were wrong to misinterpret it….
“in the name of religion “ blasphemes creation itself
In absolute concurrence
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