Any “religion” that would seek to sanctify
The random slaughter of hapless innocents
In the name of Someone Holy in the sky
Commits a horrid, blasphemous offense.
What could be holier than to love and care
For the well-being of all human souls,
And yet such holy ones are all too rare:
In most of us it’s fear, not love, controls.
What is the likelihood that we’ll grow wise,
Our species in due time matured in love
As all the sage and saintly ones advise,
Admiring not the vulture but the dove?
The time is now, and this is our best chance
To live in love and let our race advance.