GROANING FOR RELEASE
I believe in God
The only supreme being
Sole founder and creator of the world
But as for man
He is in my worries the least
And in my eyes only a mere beast
With burdens
Like seeking with excessive efforts
And various fruitless methods
To understand God through the dark eyes of religion
Yes! I love God
And no denying, hate religion
With all the mystery and shadows
Looming over it like a dark cloud
Bringing a hurricane
Wrapped in boxes of sorrow
To a ship sleeping sweetly at sea
Judge me for judging religion that judged me
Yet, I will
I will stare at her as i would a prostitute
Who in her old age
Stands in array beside the highways
Hair white and dishevelled,
Face wrinkled
And breasts sagging
Under the weight of too many bacteria infected mouths and hands
Sucking, squeezing and sharing a common disease.
As for man, hmmn!
The sight of him is hilarious
As he enslaves himself in a cage
Much too small for his erecting spirit
And with true conviction swallows the keys
To a cage called religion
Through which he tortures his free spirit
And loathes his awesomeness
Religion is a chain
Which man, with both hands
Has tied a little too tightly about his ankle
A chain fastened firmly to rules and regulations
Heavier in weight than love, kindness, mercy and forgiveness
Man is in chains, fastened to a cage
Under exhibition like in a circus
In his own world, his habitat
While free roaming spirits amuse their spirits
With the sound of his groaning for release
Yes! Groaning
For release from that judging look in his eyes
When he sees another of a different religion
Groaning for freedom
From that white robe
Tied a little too loosely to his waist
Supreme Being stares at robe, white as snow
Yet sees through to hearts as dark as nothingness
Yes! Groaning
For release from that white wedding dress
That mocks the blood stain in your under pants
While you stand before that sacred altar
Groaning for freedom
From that primitive man
Dancing naked around red hot fire
That one day will consume his very skin
For freedom from that black cloth
That allows only the white of your eyes to be seen
Is religion a dress? No!
Religion is that owl, that bat
That refuses to see or live in the day
But chooses instead
The stiltedness of darkness and midnight
Now blame me,
Point your fingers at me like religion
For blowing the wind of truth
Under religions long white ugly skirt.
Religion Makes Enemies, Jesus Makes Friends.
Hmmm… Religion. Well garnished with words
Why shall I judge you? Is not the madness in the world today due to religion? People clutching, teaching and practising what they do not know. I pray our eyes of understanding be opened to understand the Lord’s prayer before his departure: “That they may be one.”
Exactly, until people realize that religion is deeper than laws, rituals and dresses. then there can be a change.
Nice poem @okelani .. Religion is politics, Jesus is the truth.
Love the words of this piece, and that last line made me chuckle.
The heart is all that matters cos Religion is just as superficial as brazillian weaves.
This piece could be performed.
Well done, Kelora. $ß
Thanks Bubbllinna, you know how ugly those long pleated skirts can be, a burden to the wearer and a burden to the eyes of the viewers. I would love to sit in an audience and watch as this piece is being performed…..someday!
Ah! You dare touch a nerve? In religious matters, people, especially religious bigots and fanatics tend to lose all sense of decorum. I’ve argued it somewhere in one NS posts, if it’s possible to have just one religion.
But to me religion is a madman’s bad. The more you venture into it, the more rubbish you exhume.
I’ll echo Bubbllinna’s words: ‘this piece could be performed’
Well done.
Yes, it took some courage to put this into words that would come out easy and not offensive. I expected more criticism for this piece and that is why in the poem I asked to be judged for judging religion. Thanks all the same.
I so love this poem. True talk all the way.
Well done.