Superstition Poem by shimon weinroth

Is reason to fear, and some ideas I hold most dear,
By idols I swear, apparel and ornament I wear
Is not clear, what causes praise or sneer
Rumours spread by witches sighs, plain innocent and spies

Enlightened bias by design, abstain refrain, from frivolous
At night secluded in caves and monestaries, deep wells and nooks
In secrecy committed rites on bended knee or prostrated
beneath some hovering belief,

Praying and chanting strains of sway
delight of indulge, conjured by tears and fears
Death and the next generation, tomorrows wlll invent
falsehoods, superstitions of another sort, electronic or abort