Religion is, despite what Marx once said,
A rather ineffective opiate
For true believers who regard a head
Complete with brain most inappropriate
For making a reliable decision
About the nature of the living Lord.
The heart, they claim, provides a clearer vision
Of truth indubitably in accord
With Scripture. Though Salvation may be real,
The consequence this has for humankind
Does not excuse their overbearing zeal
Or their refusal to employ the mind
God gave them. Biblical inerrancy
Is but an unsophisticated club
To bludgeon those with whom they disagree
Until their foes withdraw—and there’s the rub.
So…, would it be unseemly to suggest
Prescribing a more powerful narcotic
To lay these vain impostors down to rest,
That they might merely dream their idiotic
Combativeness and not do unto others?
Within this universe which God hath wrought
It’s proper to give comfort to one’s brothers,
Especially to the blind and lame of thought.