Religion
Divorced from rules we once held sacrosanct
The hunger pangs we felt were eased not stilled
We knew their judgments grim and hard embanked
Unrisen loaves that left us unfulfilled
Yet now our quest so fast and wild pursued
Creates a thirst for waters deep and clear
And fruit ripe picked must be our soulful food
To satisfy a primal longing here
But meat too freely taken lacks the salt
That flavored and preserved the elders’ bread
Let graceful limits come though finding fault
With reason we shall meet and make our bed
We’ll eat the skin and flesh and want no more
While casting out the poisoned apple core
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