If God is there, wherever you say
I won’t deny it for a lack of proof.
But if a God is looking down
Surely it must think us the goof.
We try to claim in their name
That ours is the religion of his choice.
When all this is in Honest Truth
Is a lot of silly, disturbing noise.
What superstition each of us uses
To declare ourselves Holier Than Thou,
Is not of any real concern to them
As much as the Here and Now.
Yes, my friends, quibble and fret
Over the books that we have written.
When the only Truth held by God
Is who has killed and been smitten.
It’s our lives that matter the most
Not who stands in their God’s saddened eyes.
There is no ranking of religions
They All are nothing but imagined lies.
The only truth is the self-evident one
The one that we all hold inside.
Not the one that we use to conform
Others that are on our outside.
That we live in peace with each other
And give utmost support, nothing more,
Will tickle the Gods bare feet the most
And open up the vast Heaven’s door.
All the rhetoric and hypocrisy too
Will not gain us in our vast visions.
We can chant and convince ourselves
Of any distorted sort of delusions .
We make it an art and call it faith
But really it is nothing Divine.
If we beat and kill each other in its name
We haven’t evolved beyond swine