they recycled myths
fabricated fearful superstitions
promised paradise
and sold it to us
as the word of God
…
and we believed
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
they recycled myths
fabricated fearful superstitions
promised paradise
and sold it to us
as the word of God
…
and we believed
SONYA KASSAM 
so basically you are trying to say …. k yah wrong number hai :P
(reference to PK)
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Haha Akhiz…totally wrong number!! :D
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So true. The criminals among us sell us lies and we the unwashed masses buy them.
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If we could learn to focus less on the eventual destination, perhaps fewer of us would be misled?
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Many subsume a position of authority from which to propagate their ulterior agendas… yet, from sunrise to sunset, from this world to the entire universe, we have a visual proof about the content of the True Word of God…
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True. What more do we need?
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So much truth.
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🙏🏼
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this powerful poem.
These myths are eviscerated by fearful recyclers, the myths, then, taking on this fear. Let us watch from whom we accept our myths, and let us hand back what does not uplift humanity.
This is a beautifully powerful poem. Thank you again for it.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you Robert. Well said about handing back what does not uplift humanity.
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How naive of us,it’s a lesson to be learned by all who believe in everything anyone says .A good one Sonya,thanks.
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Thank you Ranu. Being naive should not even be an excuse.
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