Shannah Short Poet I do not know?

Mr. Religion

Mr. Religion, can you tell me why you run?
 
If your faith is so damn solid,
 
And your morals so pristine,
 
Then why, oh why,
 
Is this empty book your Master,
 
And you its ever-trusting Slave?
 
Wouldn't your morals tell you, Mr. Religion,
 
That such hatred isn't right?
 
You and your delusions
 
Have shown me how to feel this way,
 
Have shown me how to trust in knowing,
 
That you are oh so very wrong.
 
Attempt to chill the Hinterland fever,
 
That thrives outside your church.
 
Preach to we witches of fire
 
While you throw stones from your perch.
 
Mr. Religion, are you afraid of Magick?

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Patricia Janero December 19, 2010 at 9:56 PM So.. powerful. It's a wonderful read, Shannah, and I adore it so very much. Thank you for the stunning read, and ever so compelling words! I'm definitely looking out for more of you poems! -Patricia