by Razel Davies
They sit and wonder why.
They close they eyes and cry.
They ask for favor,
From their Slaver,
Only to call him Saviour.
They drown their senses.
They build defenses.
They sell their souls,
And play their roles,
For a lie that consoles.
In ignorance they plead bliss,
In false Truth false hope exists.
For what they little understand,
Beat opposition with the other hand.
Fanboys of faith unite,
Burn all knowledge by first light.
In logic i find my reason,
To speak what you call treason.
I sit and wonder why,
They closed their eyes to die.
In knowledge i found my answer,
Religion is a cancer.
Author's Note: It's sad that i must say this but, if you wish to attack me for my atheist views, you'll prove my point. If you wish to engage in theist versus atheist debate, i'm tired on trying to have rational debate with the irrational. and please do not use the comment section here to preach, i'm not listening. Any other comments however, are welcome.
Posted on 01/24/2010
Copyright © 2021 Razel Davies
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/24/10 at 07:27 PM|
All I will say is that I not only enjoy the way you crafted the piece and the way you manage your rhyme scheme without it seeming sing-song...and I respect your views, agree with them to a large extent, and understand that sometimes, it is hard to put things which are potentially controversial out there -so good for you for being brave enough to do so.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/31/10 at 05:43 PM|
I agree with you- Religion (organized Religion is a cancer). While there is nothing wrong with praying in the privacy of your house,it is wrong ( VERY WRONG) to imposing your feelings to someone else. RELIGION (or lack thereof) is a private matter. I would never inflict my views on anyone else. I expect the same back in return. Great write, Razel!