Rogue Religion Poem by John Sensele

Unless religion replaces trash
From my heart, it serves no purpose.
Religion that pays lip service to life's nitty-gritty is no better than ash
That leaves my heart restless and worthless.

Unless religion translates into kindness
In the lives people lead
It breeds complacency devoid of fondness
As an empty shell, a worthless creed.

Unless religion stops regurgitating verses and suras
To transform my heart from to rock to compassion
Such spiritual somersaults pander to terrors and errors
To inflame in naïve minds a pernicious passion.

Unless I stop wearing religion on my sleeves
To spread love, to enrich spirits
I wander in a wilderness of illusion with lust leaves
For company as I delve in truculent tweets minus worthwhile wits.