Religious fantasy has more to do
with money on the plate, than telling fate.
From strait-backed white-bread pews, the churcher crew
debates who won't attain the Pearly Gate.
God never spoke a word to any man,
yet signs suggest that Spirit has a goal.
And Karma touts a clear predestined plan,
whose conscious homage liberates the soul.
The Golden Rule is all there is to do.
We watch our brothers back, as if our own.
Our neighbor is our self, doubt not, tis true,
no matter how the gospel groupies groan.
Powerful thought, needs not a pedigree,
Enlightened eyes shine love for all to see.