One ceases wonder
What might hold sway,
On yet reached state
Gone beyond late,
Would set us free
In time be rid of hate,
To not play race
Nor creed or faith,
Means embrace bait,
Preached by man dubious
In a dogmatic place,
In grips now held as bold
Where power so extols,
Man would find to call fate!
ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…
Oh give me ignorance,
To spare me teachings
Of spiritual convictions,
And poisonous creed,
Dubiously fabricated
By mortal made man,
In his bent to control
His fellowman’s soul
Thus so to wallow
In holy excesses
Of immoral greed,
The while he infects
The vulnerable minds,
With fictional stories
Of hell fire binds,
Thru shaman like pawns
Feeding the venom
That renders soul blind!
remembering Christopher Hitchens
Poetry on a canapé 