How sad not to believe in anyone but self
Too intelligent to fathom
The possibility of Heaven or a Hell
Believe in only what is seen or touched
To believe in a higher power is simply
Just too much
Mock, laugh and smugly ridicule the fools
For believing God’s promise of salvation
Don’t they know, religion is man made by
Lunatics with fanatical imaginations
Death is final, end of story
No gold paved streets, no songs of glory
How sad to think no one really loves you
More than you
Descendants of evolution who follow
Darwin’s rule
Believers pray the lost will find their way
Through the lonely dark road they’re on
No matter what one thinks, does or says
God loves each and every one of us
The only thing He asks
Is complete obedience and trust
© Leatherman 2012
I loved this piece Brenda. I like the way you demonstrate religion being man made. The entire poem has a nice flow and rhymic tone. Very well said and very well written.
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