The Walking Stick

The walking stick I called religion
Once stood in the corner on call
Ready for action if needed
To lean on, have hope in, that's all
Some use the stick from birth
Carry it like a weight all their life
A burden to nourish and cherish
To keep them from horror and strife
I have no walking stick to lean on
To use willy-nilly, beck-and-call
No no no
But....
I saw on the television today
People suffering, being killed, that's true
By people who use their walking stick
To impose their beliefs on us all
Strange how one person's comfort
Means other people must fall.




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-05-02 at 19:08

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah yes, the crutch of religion. The meaning shows well in this piece. I would have hoped that by the 21st century the major religions would have gotten their act together. Sadly that is not true.
2015-05-03


shells
Some people need a crutch to lean on and others lean on the people until they break them. Religion has a lot to answer for, usually wars. Well written and enjoyed.
2015-05-03