Obsolete Poem by Mary Champion

Religion in remission!
It's mostly superstition.
Faith demands acceptance
of stuff that's utter nonsense.
It fails to answer questions,
accepts no new suggestions,
repeats the ancient dogmas,
gives hackneyed hazy answers
to questions we've been posing
since God first poked his nose in
with promises of Heaven,
that never seems to happen
however hard we labour
to pursue the right behaviour,
obeying his commandments
and mysterious announcements
from prophets and dictators,
who mostly seem to hate us-
declaring we are sinners
for eating the wrong dinners,
or loving the wrong people -
so, they make most fun illegal.
Though it might have had importance
when it offered some assurance
to the medieval mind-set
with Science not arrived yet.
In the light of modern learning
and the decent world we're yearning
to build for all us humans
without unjust exclusions,
this clap-trap is now surplus -
it's no longer fit for purpose.