A poem reflecting on religion |
Invisible Friend You pray to a god who cannot be there, No way to exist means no way to care. I pray to my Goddess – my own volition, She is all that can help on my life’s mission The story and fiction, No way can be true The only ones with power Are me, and you This fictional hero, so many create If ‘he’ is so loving, then why so much hate? Fascistic dictator, do this – do it now! You really believe this but how? How? How? A person born gay, Can’t follow ‘his’ way. Fiction tells you it’s wrong, your conviction so strong You can’t even look, because you read in a book That you can only be free, by following the absurd, mad rules strictly, Made up by someone you’ll never feel, touch, see Now tell me; what is the wonder of ‘he’? This spirit, this spectre, This miracle mend Is just nothing more Than your imaginary friend Use your sense, You’ll be able to see, The only destiny makers Are you, and me. |