Piety, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Oh grand Phallus
You live in a palace
Wearing your phony crown

But atoms and quarks
Defy your remarks
For in the end we lose all sound

The sun will expand
Making coal of the land
And with it too, the myth you spew

Impressed not the least
With your strut
Impoverished player,
Reality guts

In gaps you fill
With magical spells
Wane through generations,
Morphing into newer fables

Beseeching is reason
You can’t hold hostage
Free from your shackles
My mind grasps knowledge

Transparent friends
Fall prey to the truth
Your God is not needed
And neither are you.
(end)

I always like to make it clear this is not an attack on human rights, but a criticism of bad use of logic. Holy people only have the power over you that you allow them. Not believing in a God is not a license to be lawless or hurt others. It just means one can be capable of doing good and being good without assigning it to a god or God or gods.

This poem I wrote I believe back in 2007 on Christmas day walking back from the gas station.