What for Such Folks Should I Feel?

Oh the evil these creeds produced!

Ah the many whom they seduced!

Misery, wars and much deadly strife,

All these in their name still so rife!

Numbers beyond all human count

(In the millions they amount)

In these creeds still persist,

Never daring to desist,

Often, merely out of fear

That a god’s wrath may appear,

This being a major reason why

These creeds they don’t defy,

Instead, them they loudly hail,

Down to their every tiny detail,

In love with their heavy chains,

Glorying in their bitter pains,

Refusing to heed reason’s appeal,

Ah! For such folks what should I feel?

Anger? Pity? Or, maybe, scorn?

Or, concern from compassion born?