Plight Of Religion Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Plight Of Religion

The motion that drives us in religion
Is ignited by the fear of dungeon.
Take this as the first fruit of barren truth,
Or patiently read on, if you dispute:
Pick up a fashioned stone scolded by sun,
Paint it half way with sharp red that's not worn,
Commune with air till you're in India,
Then place it beneath a tree near street light.
Position your Thomas opposite there,
Give keen attention and see cub serve deer.
Fewer minute would prompt mass foolishness,
As you'll see Plato bow and give cent next.
Believe in a god that knows your mind's state,
Not one you made or for whom you dictate.
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Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Plight of Religion.