Religion had made some men crazy
While it made the bulk of men sane.
The same man religion made crazy
The atheist man had been made the same.
Some men cannot see a moral law.
They cannot see, and lay traps and fall
Into the dark spiritual abyss
Of murders, rapists and blasphemers amiss.
It makes it hard for me to say
That all men are like it
And would go astray.
Something in a man needs God.
And I don’t know if that’s the evidence for it
But it seems more likely a lot.
One man cries for revolution
And uses religion to tally the cries…
Another man steeps himself with faeries
And pagan peace descries,
The bloody mess of men falling upon his bunk.
It can make a heart hallow
To see religious men do things so uncouth.
Seventeen days of revolution
Can completely shatter the innocence of youth.
If I can say that I fight my wars in prose…
When a violent thought meanders
Men die in verse and poesy.
So knowing battle I might say
That war bands are not so gay…
Victuals of a man’s inner regrets
As he watches men in the street corners beget
Violence upon violence
Stone upon stone
Blood upon blood.
I need not tell the world that I am not he…
Yes… sundry is the word I use for a rebellious entity
Who crept in the dark with mass graves beneath.
He who would cauter revolution
To secretly find the prize.
Government, children, and the whole nation rise
To his absolute governing hand.
Revolution does nothing whence there are no values which to stand.
B. K. Neifert 