My Three Sons, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Fred MacMurray watched his sons with no worry
Mesopotamia is a bloody slurry, fertile crescent
The Lord’s manure so ever present

The tribes of Abraham with weapons at throats
The chance of any peace always remote
Daddy is happy when you kill he gloats

Imagine if CPS were to discover
A deadbeat dad, who kept under cover
Children abusing, beating and killing each other

How is it working out for you
This sky daddy that promises you
Protection, but only provides rejection

Dome of the rock, the wailing wall
Jesus in Bethlehem, the bodies fall
But their gods do nothing at all

But hope you kill in their name
Defeat the other, or through submission tame
At best a pet, you’ll let the others be
As long as the other never questions thee

Fred is a utopia that does not exist
Religion is a poison that always persists
Relying on the invisible you’ve never seen

Leaves the corpses at the crime scene.
(end)

I like to point out this is not an attack on human rights. But the necessity to question any and all religions to get people to stop putting blind faith into politics. Ultimately we are all human beings, and a belief doesn’t constitute universal fact, otherwise religious conflicts would not exist.

“My Three Sons” was a sappy sweet utopian sitcom from 1960 to 1972 It was a view of a white collar father raising three boys. Christians, Muslims and Jews have this horrible idea that their is some perfect father in the sky that will be on their team if they fight for him.

Imagine if Child Protective Services found out a parent was pitting the kids against each other with violence to see who would give them more attention? That kid would be taken away and the parent arrested. I don’t see this Allah or Yahweh or Jesus God has any excuse to allow this to happen unless they don’t exist.