Wornout Religious Props

the lord of the universe does not bid us fight for his dominance on this tiny planet

he does not ask us to prove our faith and worthiness via killing and destruction

god does not trumpet calls for ever-increasing spending on the weapons of death

he certainly does not demand significant troop buildups in far off foreign lands

your empty threats to deny your corny paradise to straying followers is a comic but criminal sham

impressing the poor, helpless and ignorant with expensive monuments is simply immoral

surely he would never reserve a place in paradise for the conned & ignorant suicide bomber

it is most certainly a criminal contradiction to kill in the name of any loving savior

he does not smile upon pilots murdering from far away via multimedia video game interfaces

there is no way that a politician’s prayer is answered with a divine counsel to war

a true god does not bid us hold women as second class, ignorant, barefoot and pregnant

no omnipotent lord would ever need our puny defense against men’s laughable blasphemies

no prince of heaven would need demand armies be raised to prove our fealty

an omniscient god measures our devotion other than by the love he should easily see in our hearts

he need not worry us over the destruction of any temples if his word is true

his message of mercy and love would certainly be all the weapons we should ever need

surely our lives are hard enough that he does not require bloody crusades from us

our merciful father would not set any of his children against each other

this god of love would need no tests of faith during which we must kill and perish

your calls to fight for god are prima facie evidence of the falseness of your beliefs

any god of mine could not take satisfaction in your smiting his enemies on our little world

an unholy, greedy alliance of priests and politicians directs your cult of divine personality

only your venal, childlike gods call on followers to bring death to non-believers

only gods that you invent demand the sacrifice of war as a test of our faith

you look forward to global poverty and ignorant faith to re-invigorate your powers

your current fictions worked best during the dark ages, not the age of reason

you pervert the very human need to faith to your own ends and for this you are condemned

your dusty books, ornate costumes and faded memorabilia are merely wornout props

the masks are off and its only you scared little men trying to grab earthly power

from elected holy pope to scowling ignorant mullah may your foolishness disappear

a scabby pox on your righteously pious calls to defend your fictional saviors

after 2500 years let us, at last, respin our beliefs, for these old myths are clearly outdated

Terrorist Threats: The Somfukinstanis

Their ever-feuding tribal warlords fought together only against foreign threats

Their women have always been kept ignorant, barefoot, completely-covered and pregnant

Proud people with ancient traditions but without a real country of their own

Nonetheless, the scattered Somfukinstanis cling stubbornly to their dream

Their traditional homelands carved up by colonizing foreign invaders

Then left alone to constant internecine squabbles with their heretical neighbors

A dry, dusty and resource-barren high plain, long over-grazed by their goats

But the image of an independent Somfukinstan carries them ever forward

Their homeland is an ancient crossroads for marching armies coming from all directions

But a deeply-rooted religious faith sustains them even in their endless petty squabbles

Poverty and ignorance surround them just like the buzzing biting flies

Nonetheless someone endlessly provides them with cheap automatic weapons

Colorful in traditional garb, fiercely independent, but generous and open

Quick to anger and intolerant, their women must stone an unfaithful wife to death

Chosen by god to suffer - To better appreciate the paradise which ever awaits them

Persecuted and run off like stray dogs they are long-inured to all forms of hardship

They’ve found trades in hostage-bartering, drug smuggling and arms dealing

Boys perform rote memorization of the teachings of the prophet - In a foreign tongue

Sipping rancid butter tea in scant dusty shade, they rest with weapons ever close at hand

Their Somfukinstani mullah has come to bind all them in His unforgiving words

Scornful of modern ways they hope to live under a Caliphate by spreading fire

They follow their own perversely twisted version of the holy prophet’s scripture

They combine a stern and unsmiling discipline with rigid adherence to unquestionable rules

They subsist with their guns under god’s law, without electricity or running water

Somfukinstani elders have even demanded a homeland before the United Nations

Their refugees fill ghettos taking menial jobs in a dozen other countries

Yet they still speak of a great leader who conquered vast swaths of the known world

Expert marksmen, they pick apart military convoys from desolate canyon rims

They ban rock music, television, fast food and have no internet connections

They know the West is home to the devil and all manner of human sin

Terrorists are their folk heroes to whom they gladly provide safety and shelter

Medical services are non-existent and few men even know how to drive a car

The prophet bids them to revile foreign culture be it ancient statues or modern advertising

But 5 times every day they kneel in filthy clothes on tattered prayer rugs in the tired dust
Their women they keep ignorant, in order to raise yet another generation of lost men

Thus, Somfukinstani suffering must continue, fueled by ignorance, brutality and dogma