by tris on Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:54 pm
I just remembered that I wrote a sort of anti-religious poem a couple of years ago and I suppose it could fit into the Holy Prayers category... I guess someone might enjoy it anyway! I wrote it after a "conversation" (more like a very long, boring and repetitive lecture!) with a "believer" who absolutely refused to consider any other way of looking at reality other than through her God-tinted belief-tainted dark (very very dark!) glasses... I remember I instantly stopped fancying her even though she'd invited me to her place... fanatical belief is very un-sexy! (I guess the invitation was in fact to try and brainwash me, rather than to have her wicked way with me... more's the pity, she was quite sexy apart from her obsession!)
Anyway here's the poem:
The wall of faith
This absolute barrier of certainty
Protecting, excluding, enclosing.
This wall of denial, deception and guile
So ancient and dead and imposing
No room for any other opinions
No room for some freedom of thought
No doubt like a cloud is ever allowed
To obscure the bright "truth" they were taught.
And they vomit it up with such passion and rage,
Repeating the formula, the fixed turn of phrase.
With a face like a mask, they dictate, they don't ask,
Chanting on, with fanatical gaze.
And science, the demon, may sneak in, but shunned
And sneered at and beaten or hidden away,
Like a shameful disease, brought down to his knees
And made to observe and obey.
Repeating for centuries their mantras and rosaries
Never changing, never learning, ever closed to the world.
They fight the good fight, in an unyielding night
Their swords always drawn, with their banners unfurled.
Full of scorn for the sceptic, hatred for the heretic.
The atheist infidel has no right to exist.
He is nothing, an absence, a lack, a non-entity
To be crushed with fanatical fist,
Or pitied and patronised with contempt half-concealed
They may stoop to speak from their far higher level.
With their fossilized dogmas and their knowledge of God,
In their certainties they are the devil!
What’s this shitty place? I’m off to another Kali Yuga! Brahma
Are we a butterfly’s dream or is the butterfly our dream - and who really gives a toss? Lao Tsu
Quit hassling me, you sicko! Job
What? You gonna waste all of ‘em? Even the falafel sellers? Lot
Ya mean I gotta honour them fuckers that dumped me in the Nile!? Moses
WHERE THE HELL DID I PARK MY DAMN KARMA! ShakeYerMuni Buddha
Don’t step on my blue-suede sandals! Blue blue blue-suede sandals! Ol’ J C
You what Gabe!? Not even a wee sausage after Ramadan? Moham
Oh shit! It’s gonna be one of them bad-vibe incarnations! Dalai L