Superstition
It has the magic to mesmerise the innocent
It leaves an impression of wonder and awe
It offers fleeting comforts to the susceptible
It advises escaping instead of confrontation.
It is a deep rooted evil systematically spread
It is a rabid wolf in sheep’s disguise dreaded
It puts out of view the real from the fabricated
It is a sinister child of ignorance awful indeed.
It is omniscient like a killer germ destructive
Quietly targets one who lacks discrimination
Makes him adamant to any rational instruction
And thus pushes him to go through all torment.
The only way to get rid of such evil pestilence
Is to completely rely on one’s own intelligence
And not to trust anything without discernment
And remain continuously focussed and vigilant.
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