A poem for a goddaughter

This, your first communion,

Gives no assurance of celestial reunion

It’s a yoke you choose to wear

The empty promise of unheard prayer

Its tenants and rituals offer only confusion

I’m feeling tarnished and somewhat complicit

In this indoctrination, this illicit

Eight year old’s promise of servitude

An abuse of childhood, crass and rude

This institution is humanity’s deficit

This s no tool of education

This is simple subjugation

This supplication to the divine

Subjecting the child, a crime

Colluding in foolish fabrication

Perverse, this virgin creed

A cloak for mankind’s greed

Grown of nomadic superstition

Deaf to rational petition

Not a solution, not the one we need

A god who needs your pledge of devotion

And delights in such frivolous commotion

Lifted not a finger nor cried

For all the babies which today have died

He feels not, cares not, lacks emotion

This ritual, this cultural veneer

Superstitious nonsense to mask the fear

Of no purpose beyond that which YOU create

You have no need of divinity to make you great

You life, you can learn to better steer

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