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Came across this today:CATECHISM
We like you; some of our best friends are fools.
You’ve little to embrace, much to forbid;
It seems, alas, that you have made the rules.
Your storied faith all reason ridicules;
False-promise charlatans of quo for quid.
We like you; some of our best friends are fools.
Those rituals, the teachings of your schools,
Faith-justify the wrongs your dogma did;
It seems, alas, that you have made the rules.
Swindlers find the flaws in all our jewels;
When souls come up for sale you always bid.
We like you; some of our best friends are fools.
Your superstitions served as tyrant’s tools;
Behind your crescent, cross or star you hid.
It seems, alas, you always made the rules.
It’s time we put the sifter to the sieve;
We find no fault in faulting, being rid.
It’s time now that we made ourselves new rules;
We, like you. Some of our best friends are fools.
©HANROD (Hank Rodgers)