Religion and politics,
What a trick,
How we fall for its ploy,
As now we are the toy,
Blame it on him,
You see,
What does it have to do with me?
I behave,
At least that’s what I say,
Yet I disturb for a reason
I can’t tell,
As well all turns out well,
In the dualism spell,
I rhetoric myself to believe,
For if I do not,
Fear is what I see,
A man of truth has no religion,
Or politics to govern,
Yet becomes a wonderer,
So to be not put asunder,
For to be whole,
And to behold,
The humbleness,
Which is to unfold,
Quietude within,
It is a great blessing,
Experience stops us from our curiosity,
And messing,
Laughter is grand,
Especially without the drugs hand,
For where are the wise one’s,
And where might they be?
Humbly wondering and waiting,
As well where is their abode,
That they would call home,
I know,
In their silence,
Their tranquility,
But who may these people be?
That have no religion,
Or politics we do see?
Yet I know they still be,
And war,
War is for little boys,
Cowboys and Indians,
Big men and women,
Playing with big toys,
Over one thing,
Religion and politics,
To destroy,
Oh what a sport,
We should get along,
And kill the thing that could kill us all,
Religion and politics,
Do away with this ruin,
So that we may soon,
Be of one,
Full of joy,
Yet this will not happen today,
Or tomorrow I should say,
It makes me sad these days,
For competition is our way,
And I’m not speaking of the world,
I’m speaking of the man in the mirror,
I see the good,
I see the bad,
Fighting for their own way,
Where is my own ideas to create?
For there is only good and bad on my plate,
My life is only a choosing,
Yet they look the same,
Am I winning or loosing?
I do not know,
Until after the fact,
Whether or not I’m on the right track,
As well the things I want,
Burn in the fire,
Because of my desire,
The things I get,
I don’t think of them,
So for me I shall not want,
It has profited me none,
Since the beginning of my hunt,
But don’t let this writing be of downess,
For I’m filled with happiness,
My treasures I do await,
No religions for me to love or hate,
And no politics that govern,
For there will be no debate,
It’s all a way to control a mass,
Yet for me only myself,
I’ve learned I write my best,
When I’m all-alone,
When other’s are around,
It distracts my attention,
The words are lost,
And not found,
But religion and politics,
They shall pass,
Those things that control the mass,
In time we shall see,
That it’s our hearts and minds,
That need these things,
Who shall be the religion of life?
Well it’s life,
which will mandate,
Our hearts and mind,
And who shall govern the land?
It will be our own selves,
That will govern our own hands,
On any land…
Religion and Politics,
Let’s do away with,
For true freedom,
Has nothing to do with it…

Ryan Brady O’Reilly
2001