They count their holy beads with life claws
Awe that Muham'd came & stood for peace
Fingered-hands say the Roman rosary
O Mother-mary, regarding less the Lords Words
As an Asylum assembles Lunatics
To correct the illness of their soiled Minds
So my lame and dejected self
Dwells in this place so empty and fetid
I cannot swim alongside the bead-counters
Neither can i have the bible chewed
Nor the tongue to take home the holy wafer
Nor sight to see a two fish and loaf turned
But I know a man who stood for Love
My faith, trust & his Love is my eternal hope
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I like the articulation, insight, and penning of the poem. Religious bigotry, zealotry, and hypocrisy does not get one anywhere. All that is required of us is Total Submission To The Will Of God. A lovely piece. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.