The Curse!
(Shri Verghese Mathew (76) presently in England, was DGM at the Trivandrum Office of Reserve Bank of India, when finally retired. He spent most of his official life in Chennai, Mumbai and Trivandrum. Off from the hustle and bustle of the cities and slightly far from the madding crowd, he now has settled in Kerala. He is still an enthusiastic reader, who always loves experience than knowledge. He is excited to see a lot of free online Church citizens’ portals emerge for open sharing. He is a free thinker who lives what he thinks. He does not appreciate either the long winding Sunday Churching or the father son relationship among community members. He loves to treat all humans as just brothers and sisters. He is sharing his thoughts with CCV readers. Here is a poem from him- Joseph Mattappally, Asso. Editor).
The Curse!
Varghese Mathew Pmaplani
What a sordid life you lead oh! Blind believer
With superstitions befuddling your mind
In stupor brain dead, rationality abandoned.
Existence of aimless flotsam and jetsam adrift
Your cranium is chocked with inanities rammed
By nefarious, cheating, cunning devious priests
Why a broker is required between you and god
What god is your god who dances to tune of men
Imbecile “revelation” hood‐ wink the credulous
Don't swallow this stupidity hook, line and sinker
Expose this diabolical game by all the means, quick
They sell their bogus gods to earn sacks full of money
To indulge in luxury which they don’t earn or deserve
They know their god and his minions are impotent
And their heaven is a never never land of mirage
This con game the believer’ blind eyes fail to see.
You cower in dark corner in terror of the un‐known
Utter superstitions benumbing your psyche inert
You fear deity will punish you for mundane deeds
Such as eating meat on Fridays or during the lent
It defy logic that a guy in sky keeps constant watch
Of billions humans’ proclivities here on the earth
Keep detailed accounts for punishing after life
It is no sin to enjoy life in full and the beauty around
It is no crime to whistle at the wind and sing with birds
With the breeze tussling the hair and joy in the vein
Lying prone on velvet grass just gazing at the cloud
May give the peace and quiet you always cherished
Unbound happiness with shackles thrown over‐board
Why feel guilty being entrapped by bewitching hues
Chasing rainbows to lands’ end with shouts of joy
Don’t be a moron, morose and brooding type
You won’t be punished for living with verve and joy
You won’t go to hell for embracing your love
Don’t forsake joys of life for the pie in the sky
Shouldn’t be of the church‐bound moron kind
Don’t dance to tunes of some pied‐piper priests
Never ,never put your children to the clergy care
To be twisted and moulded to serve their ends.
Molested, demeaned and savaged beyond repair
The dread of unknown diktats of an unknown god
Foisted on by unscrupulous conniving shamans
For stealing your purse to live in idle and ease
They brand and treat you as a brainless goat or cow
That follows the herd by habits blind and chew the cud
To be driven hither and thither as they fancy
You are drained dry with tithes and levies galore
See through dichotomy between words and deeds
Throw the crap to dust‐bin with contempt deserved
The hurt inflicted to any neighbour not atoned
By auricular confessions to Catholic priests
Do repair the harm by worthwhile remedies done
Don’t dump misdeeds in the lap of amorphous god
We are masters of our own life and destiny
Our values are measured in the human scale
We are accountable to the humans most
If prayers achieve everything, why efforts at all
All the gains are made by human endeavour
Brain and brawn did make progress happen
Chanting and telling beads, a sheer waste
Why not try doing useful deeds in one’s life
Rituals make the priests wealthy, that’s all
Why money is placed in collection boxes
Beside phantom saints of dubious repute
Do saints spent the dough at the corner bar?
Will man ever be free of superstitious dread
And open his eyes to see shadows receding a
Behold a world of sun‐shine, laughter and joy
Will the CURSE of BLIND FAITH ever end?
And make humans really FREE at last.
