religion

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“ Freedom ” ~ requires not assertion ~

Why do they speak

Of freedom,

As  to dispense

Be of their province,

By what measure

Need expense

Falsely imply,

Want approbate

Fashions certainty,

Of inferred liberty…  

 

Who, so presumes,

Can rule we’re free,

Or they’ve a right

To author a decree, 

On any moral stake

Officiate so declare,

Such be their dictate…

 

They, paltry thespians

Speak of freedom,

As though in some play

Autonomy be their say,

Or self-determination

Wouldst be in doubt…

 

Why do they postulate

With such hypocrisy,

As if their fallacies

Ought give me liberty,

Whilst I’m already free,

Requiring not assertion

Thus my freedom be!

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“ The Wasp ” ~ hymenoptera or human ~

 

I’ve known wasps

Since childhood,

Hymenopterans

Held be human,

Sting they would,

If one did cross

Upon their stood,

Or in school’s hood,

One did presume

To set the pace,

Thus take the lead

And so displace

In their prized race,

These hymenoptera

Said bête noire wasp,

Thought per se human!

 

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“ Oh Ignorance ” ~ save us from the holy man ~

 

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

 

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“ And Man Created God ” ~ his fabricated myth ~

 

On seventh day

Man rested,

Yet thoughts

Of future goals

Had need for bold,

Thus he created god,

His fabricated myth

To wield control,

Hence with this prod

Of pettifogger cool,

And all the chaos

He’d so fashioned,

Would forever rule…

 

Alas a woeful fate

For guileless mortals,

Be tenet of this god

Of virtual existence,

For such dictates

Said living hell,

Save for chosen few

Sharing but the spoils

Of man’s misuse,

As long ago as when

The fairytale did tell,

Of god creating men!        
                                                                 ode to Reality