The Pool of Religion

Ignorance is our bliss,

Blind faith our eternal treasure

We carve our gods in our own image;

Our Narcissistic pleasure.

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We trout in the sacred stream,

We salmon in the holy pool,

We pollute the divine dream

We make all religion cruel.

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The hazelnuts of wisdom

Are buried in the mire

Our noses stir the bottom

Of the deep well of desire.

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The riverbed is hatred,

Ground from contentions bones

We've forgotten all that's sacred;

Our mouths still fling those stones.

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And if we look towards the surface

Reflected there is guilt;

So we churn the pool to ripples

And agitate the silt.

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Racism fills this murky pond,

Choked by the weeds of hate.

We, ignorant, in the water hang

And watch it all stagnate.

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Nature sends this warning;

To rid the pool of pain

Or She, with dreadful hand of drought,

Will still it once again.