Contagion
Contagion from minarets and veils
To pollute minds
With detritus
From the Dark ages of fear,
Dispensing ritual
In black and white
For messy lives
Who crave order
In the midst of chaos.
As if not eating pig
Or covering your hair
Would guarantee eternity
And bring pleasure
To a blood-thirsty diety.
But there is magic in words –
Mumbo jumbo –
From the dawn of time
When not believing
Was a crime.
Opher 17.9.2016
Contagion
There is a war going on. It is fought through costume, spire and minaret. It seeks to convince that a certain message is the only truth. It is fought with lavish structures, rituals and words from long ago. It seeks to give credence to the implausible.
The beliefs spread like viruses.
The believers are clear. Everything is laid out in words of black and white. There is absolutely no need to think.
The virus puts an end to thought or independence. It converts the acolyte into a cog in the wheels of power. Everything else is wrong.
All you have to do is believe. All is forgiven. Eternity is your reward.
What a virus. What a disease.