The world has greatest fears from the fanatics and fundamentalist,
The zealots and religiously blind people,
Resonably dead, logically dry,
But call they themselves holy and pious
But are not virtuous and chaste
The so-called faithfuls
And the blasphemy-doers and skeptics too godly
As they question the things beyond
For an understanding.
The conservative and Orthodox people,
When will you reform yourselves?
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