Ghosts

Fear no ghosts, nor demons in the night, Nor werewolves, or shadowy spirits of light. It's men I fear, whose hatred knows no end, Whose rage and prejudice no bounds defend. Fear not for rakshasas or witches of the past, Animals die where go their souls at last? Folklores, cleverly written to tell, To bind generations in centuries old spell. Indulgences were sold in the erstwhile time, Not paying alms and tithes was deemed a crime. To stop you from thinking, hearsay was invented, Thus, critical thinking was strictly prevented. Centuries old darkness continues to plays part, Hiding the truth, spreading lies with art. This devil resides in their mind’s deep pit, And priests just fuels the fear to fit.