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The New Adventures of Mr Stephen Fry » Topic: Some of my poems http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/topic/some-of-my-poems Just another bbPress community en-US Thu, 23 May 2013 23:10:02 +0000 http://bbpress.org/?v=1.0.2 <![CDATA[Search]]> q http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/search.php Mithras on "Some of my poems" http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/topic/some-of-my-poems#post-67635 Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:40:10 +0000 Mithras 67635@http://www.stephenfry.com/forum/ I've been writing on and off purely as a hobby for a few years now, I've been told(by friends and family) that i have talent, but they have to say that right? Anyway is a few I'm fairly happy with Blinded By Faith At the dawn of man He questioned his world How did he come to be? Mythology grew at a pace Ritual becomes a method of control Men of power use it to force their will Blinded by faith You justify the hate Religion fuelling bloodshed In a holy war It’s God v God But only man will lose Huddled over scriptures The holy man spreads the lies In those sacred halls Common sense fears to tread People flock to hear the word Leave your brain at the door As science fills in the puzzle Of how it all began You fear you’ll lose your grip When we have no need for God So you brainwash your children That to question faith is wrong They mock the unbeliever Portraying them as evil They shun reasoned thought For ancient superstition Creating faith schools To indoctrinate the young I’m an enemy of God Prime candidate for jihad Won’t change my view By fear or by force Our culture has evolved So why haven’t you? Amore London The place I call my home Is a true leviathan From its sprawling streets And rumbling railways A place like no other Nowhere would I rather be Yes its far prom perfection Many a thing to be ashamed But its charm can not be mastered A true ruler of its kin For within London A true heart beats its pulse It is more than its landmarks More than bricks and mortar Though its buildings give it fame They are only half the story Just a part of what elevates it From mere metropolis to global hub For it’s the people that dwell within Taking it to new levels The multiracial melting pot Mixing old with new To make something better Unique in cultural hue The fabric of the city Is spun with the threads of many nations From bhangra beat To calypso drum The city dances to the music Of a hundred different tongues Someone else’s problem The planets in crisis though it’s hard to tell People bury their heads and pretend it’s not real The problem ignored can’t hurt us now Until the matter is more pressing The selfish look out for number one They will keep their gas guzzlers Only caring about themselves They will keep creating rubbish No thought to where it goes Unaffected directly they continue unashamed They pay no attention to the expert on TV No credence given to those who know more than they Denial is easy, no effort to be made It won’t affect me anyway, the thought runs thought their mind The next generation will have to pay for all of my crimes The individual is guilty that of course is true The governments also have no effort made Vote winning rhetoric, resolutions for show The changes needed too costly for some We’ll pay the price later for their thoughtless ways Fast forward twenty years or so We will see a different scene Oil reserves are all gone now No more fuel for your car No way to get you home The man made barriers won’t hold the risen sea The drought has dried the forest and starved the land People on all continents fight to stay alive Only now the selfish see the error of their ways The planets on the brink of extinction and now you want to save Worshiping a new God Cast away your texts and scriptures Burn the churches and the mosques The Stock Market is your guide now The corporations your saviour Look up; Look up to the scrapers of the sky Marvel at these bastions of commerce These Idols of the capitalist dwarf the little guy The modern priest’s who dwell within play with the fates of men Teach the children to worship their possessions The more they have the better Remove the sense of guilt they feel Remind them of this mantra As long as I feel ok the world can go to hell Need you not the care of another Nor the shelter of a tree You can pollute your seas and rivers now For you all can worship me What need is there of birds that fly and beasts that roam As long as you have money