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Shakabukued

There’s a hole in my soul A rip in its fabric It’s in dire need of repair When in walks an imam, Guru, priest, and rabbi And each of them declares: Only I have the truth! If you want your soul mended You must follow me Just as God intended! I walk away in confusion In crushing dismay When two young ladies' approach And here’s what they say: We’ll show you the path To mending your soul—Just chant: Nam-Yo-Ho-Ren-Ge-Kyo!

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 1/23/2022 6:31:00 PM

Well, I've tried to pronounce it in every available way, but, the words don't seem to stand for anything I can foresee. Do these words have meaning, Robert? Excellent poem, by the way!

Robert Gorelick
Date: 1/26/2022 4:45:00 PM

Growing into adulthood in a generation hungry for spiritual meaning and guidance was a challenge, if not an impossible quest. A myriad of exotic sects seemed to spring up overnight, placing many, myself included, into a world of confusion and disillusionment.

Robert Gorelick
Date: 1/24/2022 10:58:00 AM

Yes, Shakabukued means having been initiated into a popular religious cult, wherein chanting the words nam-myoho-renge-kio grants your needs and desires. If you are a believer. I am no longer. Also, the name of a short story in my autobiographical anthology. Thank you, Milton!