In his heart the fool will say:
There is a heaven and a god.
Instead of learning he will pray,
meditate and cry aloud.
These filthy little believing beasts
who spread their poison in our midst.
All you prophets, preachers, priests:
You have no right to live, exist.
All you mystics, seekers, saints
who corrupt the youthful minds.
What evils, crimes and moral taints,
in your presence one often finds.
You call your Lord in times of trouble
and you beg for his saving grace.
You’ve been living in one big bubble
shielded from your own true face.
You say that you enjoy god’s bliss
and that you have felt his touch.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Your pretty words do not mean much.
You think that God is by your side
and watches over your every move.
You hold this fancy for your guide
but all this you cannot prove.
You claim that God is beyond reason
and yet your mind is never still.
Beliefs and dogmas are your prison
that you have built at your own will.
*Painting – “The Fool” by Pablo Picasso, 1904.