You greet my deities with disgust
My gods and fears are strange to you
They cannot charm or be discussed
If I’ve found ways to tame my lust
And loathsome habits now eschew
You greet my deities with disgust
My gods have ways you call unjust
Their famous mercies all too few
They cannot charm or be discussed
Before your votive lights a bust
Siddhartha, Christ, or Lao Tzu
They greet my deities with disgust
Their ears are stone, their eyes have dust
Their aging skin a sickening hew
They cannot charm or be discussed
Between us grows a hardened crust
There’s nothing fresh and nothing new
You greet my deities with disgust
They cannot charm or be discussed.
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I sometimes notice in myself -- or see in others -- an apparent disgust for the religious practices, beliefs, and myths of other people. It is often expressed with contempt or ridicule. I wonder what in our human nature causes us to act like that.
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