Faith isn’t threatened by jest,
beliefs are beyond pedestrian jeer.
The omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent
surely shouldn’t need your insecurity fueled militancy
for his survival?
The blabbering religious leader-emancipator
his obscene, gaudy grandiosity obtained by bestowed gifts
toying with his own followers
His puppeteering interrupted by the
nagging breeze of alternate expression
left him outraged
Stripped off authority and unsupported by reason,
he asserts his dominance by massacring schoolchildren.
Is your belief merely
A crutch for justifying your nastiness
A painkiller to forget your guilt
or an instrument of delirium
creating a parallel universe
promising vices unreachable in this life?
Faith might move mountains
but religion is weary with the weight
of a long decayed, distorted, incongruent world view
noisily waiting for its Quetzalcoatl
Bless the lord for the freedom bestowed
to follow his created idols and ideals
bless him further for the gift of creativity
imagination allowing us to create newer gods
absurder than the Flying Spaghetti Monster
more ‘scientific’ than Galactic Lord Xenu
bless Tom Cruise.
Faith isn’t your monopoly
my idols are mine to create
and mine to modify
as I like it.
It is your insecurity and not my insolence that needs addresal.
Keshav is a guest author at LSD. He wrote this poem to express outrage at religion-dictated massacres.