Is There Buried Treasure On Aldebaran Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Is there buried treasure on Aldebaran
Hidden within its flames
A distant star, thought barren
In the eye of the bull
In the constellation
Of Taurus
Yet another revelation
Set right before us

Why do I ask that question
Because there might be an X
On a map or in text
Drawn by our primitive ancestors
Two thousand years ago
And then found in 1922
By the greed of transgressors
So it must be true

Do not take offence
Don't demand recompense
I am not against religion
Or the grandeur of tradition
But I am no disciple
Or a follower of The Word
In the pages of The Bible
I just find it absurd

They pray and they pray
And they pray and they lay
Their bodies down
To slay a talking serpent
Sounds just fine
Repent, they shout, Repent
Jesus turned water into wine
But you must give it up for Lent

I am a good person
Yes I am gay
If you are my maker
Then you made me this way
Cast down into the flames
Some say
But I can't hear you
Say those words of judgement
In my DNA

Do your bells toll
Or do I need to advance
My level of consciousness
To hear them take hold
From the lips of piousness
Your story's been told
But I'm afraid to say
Your trail has gone cold

Is it Meditation
Or down on my knees
In the congregation
Arms up in the air
In celebration
Or stoned on a hillside
Watching the stars
In deep contemplation

Is there buried treasure on Aldebaran
Hidden within a song
I think perhaps not
Can they prove me right
Or me prove them wrong
But they'll try as they might
To show me their light
Where I just don't belong