Psychosis

What is it then that makes them pray
That makes them creep and crawl all day
That makes them read some silly script
Their pride and confidence slyly stripped

What is it then that transfers their minds
To heavens and angels and spiritual kinds
To attend cathedrals in little groups
Then dress in robes as exemplar troops

What is it then that makes them build
On fertile land where food was tilled
Huge cathedrals and churches too
Just to sing and confess anew

Does it help in any way
To wile away the hours of day
Dressed in black and on their knees
Praying to anything and making pleas

Is it selfishness that makes them think
We all need them to cower and shrink
On our behalf at their request
So that our souls be sublimely blessed

The whiff of selfishness stirs the air
Me thinks it’s just themselves they care
The work is easy and less to think
From competition they wilt and shrink

This god they advocate with fuss
When ask for proof they look nonplussed
O proof O proof what for you need
The devils home you’ll go with speed

My lucid mind begins to stir
I’m in the hands of a blackmailer
I only asked for what your sales
Then they came back as hard as nails

So business then shall prevail
In Woolworth’s by an honest sale
The church an inquisition I think
Proof of content surely brinks
jobee

Hi Jobee,
I really enjoyed your little poem about faith.For me faith is personal and each has the right to what they want to believe.I may not agree with others on many issues in religion. But this is not a problem for me.I am thankful that free faith is law of my country. I know that through out history of religion many negatives have been done and are still being done in the name of God.Im glad that its not my job to judge these people and that I dont have to hang out with them. On another note, some of the best people I have ever known, the most honest and careing, have been people with a good deal of faith in a higher power. Its nice at times that people can be different in their thoughts.It makes them no less a human.
I have writen a few poems myself on the corruption of the "churches". From history books, I find many to be vile, and false teachers of theory of man and well...I could go on and on, and I wont. I would say Im a person of faith, but not a church goer, in fact I feel ill if I step foot in a few churches.
Thanks for your poem, I enjoyed it!