Religion Poems

Felix Dennis For Those Who Knew It Wasn't True

For those who knew it wasn't true
No matter if they wanted to
Who kicked and fumed against the pricks
Of bearded rogues - the dirty tricks
Of costumed ranters casting stones
While venerating piles of bones
And fetching wood to burn old crones....

For those who stood against the fear
Or those that ran, but held the rear
Who fought a creeping worm of shame
Who sought no other fool to blame
Who read the books, and thought 'em through
And wanted to believe, but knew
Most likely that it wasn't true.

For those who snuffed the candle out
To wander lost, in caves of doubt
Who faced what they each knew must come
Who flinched, and yet would not succumb
To blandishments or threats, their cry
'You preach, the heretic must die
If what you say is true - then why?

Men's gods are born of Man's own dread
A dread that seeks it's own twin dead
And as faith waned, your hatred grew
For those who know - it isn't true.