Pure and simple at the core
All religions play the whore
To culture and to politics
Each upon its natural sod
Someone there encountered God
Our knowing cannot contradict
Each emerged with pure intent
But each lost its own precedent
To culture and to politics
Clothed itself in culture's garb
Religion soon produced a barb
Its own truth to contradict
Every religion took the face
Identifying with its place
By which its true devotes picks
The power brokers quickly found
The opiate with which they bound
The masses with their cunning tricks
In the community and state
Religion has resigned its fate
To what politicos inflict
Crusted in this garbage now
Religion finds that it must bow
To culture and to politics
If we would escape their prod
We must reencounter God
Or we are damned as they predict
*Every positive religion
Has a spiritual core
Dressed in cultural garb and
Crusted with political garbage.
©2013, Qoheleth
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