DEAR FANATIC

No longer do you
Have to decide anything.
Your belief does it for you.

No longer do you
Have to feel compassion.
God won't forgive the unbeliever.

No longer do you
Have to be accountable.
Responsibility is also God's.

No longer do you
Have to live your life.
Heaven is the greater promise.

                 oooooOOOOOooooo

It is easier to die,
The rewards are greater if you do.
Why bother with this guilty earth?
You believe in something
Larger than yourself,
Greater than this life.

But I don't.
I love green grass,
Sunshine and blue skies,
A child's eyes and butterflies.
A cat purring and a warm fire.
Why don't you?

Is there nothing to regret?
No soft cheek, no lover?
No word, or sound, or touch?
No scent to linger in your mind?
I prefer reality, however bad,
To pitiless, second hand, delusion.

Dawn McDonald
© December 2002

Midi: "Baxedes"
(Zorba's Dance)
Composer: Mikis Theodorakis