Religion?
What is wrong with us today? what ails the human race?
What lets religions make decisions that are common place?
From continent to continent the wars just rumble on
About whose friend all ills can mend, while praising him in song
Buildings rise from every corner, clothing's strictly worn,
Daily prayer, you must be there, or suffer deadly scorn
People tortured, flogged and beaten simply for 'blaspheming'
A mockery to you and me of any God's true meaning.
We have lost the plot it seems, religion has such powers,
As highest priest dines on a feast and sits in Golden Towers
So here's a thought, a simple one, that slipped into my head,
Stop killing people under steeples, lets make friends instead.
poem by Dave James
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