I WONDER

1

I wonder what I would have thought,
If by a different tutor I was taught,
Or perhaps when a baby pure and free,
I had been allowed to just be me.
Why would I have the need of God
To learn of badness and of good,
To know of comfort and of pain,
That one gets wet when it doth rain.
Then would I not be truly free,
That all my thoughts were made by me.
And not by someone else's voice
Who took away my right of choice.

2

What do I know of what I think,
Though my beliefs seem so distinct,
For I was processed as a child,
My inner freedoms all defiled.
Who's thought is it when you believe,
Something you cannot perceive,
As being an initial thought your own,
For it is but your teachers clone.
Why would one argue with themselves,
Disagree with thoughts that in them dwells,
For that is who they think they are,
Thus few would venture very far,
For the processing of our childhood brains,
Ensures belief is long retained.

3

We all are subject to life's chance,
Born in Russia or in France,
From geographic location we perceive,
The God in which we do believe.
It might be Budda it might be Thor!
It might be any but all are sure,
That their beliefs are justly right,
And for their God they will fight!
Yet all are based on common claim,
By the processing of a child's brain,
That religious cults maintain control,
Not of the few but of the whole.
Religious division is thus ensured,
And thus our nations march to war.

4

So when you tell me to thank God,
Or that I trespass on sacred sod,
That I to God should thus pray,
That God doth pave the righteous way,
That God will give me what I ask,
And help me in my every task
You do not mean trust in yourself,
Seek wisely to maintain your health,
Love your brother and his friend,
Your sister and on love depend.
More is it that it makes us whole,
If we submit to mind control,
By demeaning self to awful sin,
To justify a God within.

5

By itself doing good is not doing good ,
It must be sanctioned by the Templehood
For all good done is done by them,
And not by good, doing good, good men,
Who are good men for doing such good,
But are not controlled by the Templehood.
No matter how good you think you be,
You are still bad so bad you see,
If you don't praise God as you were taught,
Before you were aware of your first thought.
It's a simple process but it works,
And woe betide the one who shirks,
By standing up tall to have his say,
Without the support of those who pray.

6

So we went to school to be processed more,
Not taught to think but to conform,
To those who thought that we'd submit,
To this way stand and this way sit,
To obey their rules be they right or wrong,
To conform, conform thus to belong.
It might be true what we believe,
But it's not by choice that we receive,
The instructions which designs our minds,
With narrow thoughts so confined.
So let us seek to guide and teach,
And not to process and to preach,
That all folk will for all and each
Enjoy free thought and thus free speech.

7

There is time enough to learn of God,
Through natures magic fertile sod,
Which grows the splendour of the woods,
Wherein divineness swirls and floods,
Producing all the life on Earth,
Where lives the spirit of our birth,
Which binds us all with sacred truth,
Displaying the wondrous splendid proof,
That all that lives and dies and forms,
The droughts the flourishing and the storms,
Are part of the miraculous living whole,
Designed by Gods eternal soul ...
Then let us not with passion preach,
That which we know true love will teach.
21 AUGUST 03 Colin F. Jones

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