I am tired of people who quote the gods
And spoil their children with their rods.
Sweet little innocents threatened with flame.
Surrounded by elders all taught the same.
Unquestioning faith is the name of their game,
Fearing their gods, whatever the name.
Narrow minded fear haunted men,
Shame haunted sex with enslaved women.
Being ‘good’ out of fear of imagined gods’ hate,
Seeing death as reward instead of just fate.
Be good out of goodness, and for goodness’ sake.
No gods are there waiting, and no flaming lake.
Life, one to a customer, is there to be tasted.
A life lived in fear, is surely one wasted.
Amen Brother. I don't believe in anything, I don't even believe that you have the intellect to make such profound pronouncements.
Atheism......a fraudulent concept.....for no one is.....devoid...of faith!
Very insightful examination of the narrow nature of so-called Christian thought. Don
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm with you on this one!