religion
frightened children in the darkcraving security at any price
instead of courageous curiosity
we turn to clerics of invented gods
how imprisoned we become
by the fraud of charisma
our minds chained in deceits
communicated by the semi-literate
how desperate we are
grasping at the infinite
living on our knees
bowed before fearful images
if by some strange chance
we lift our eyes above the ground
a mirror is all we see
reflecting the pettiness of our existence
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-03-01 at 14:52
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