This poem just cracked me up,,,,,,,
What A Friend We Have…
Why should it matter what you think
or what you hold as real,
eternal fires or black vampires
or prayers before a meal.
Best be happy and feel safe
enjoy the summer breeze.
God’s the force that makes things go,
from bugs to rocks to seas.
Like puppets on the magic string
beyond the grasp of reason,
logic, fact, and common sense,
are heresy and treason.
The wars, the hate and misery
you shake your heads and sigh,
and blame it on those other faiths,
those ones based on a lie.
Those false religions of the world,
with their misguided flocks,
and silly childish rituals
and multi-colored frocks.
How can they be so darned naive
to pass on heaven’s deal.
The one your parents taught to you
must certainly be real.
Forget that they have certainty,
and that they smirk at you.
As confident that their beliefs
are righteous through and through.
Pity all those other flocks,
believing all is well.
And then to learn the truth in death
and meet the fires of hell.
And will god sadly shake his head
and marvel at their blunder
or will he simply turn away
and laugh in booming thunder?
Russel E. Barefoot