We are buried deep beneath
old tablets, made of stone.
These rules, made in another age,
command sinners to atone.
They teach us how to bear the weight
of suffering, pain, and woe,
by abandoning sense and logic,
for something we cannot know.
A stitch in time saves nine, they say,
and other folksy stuff:
and the tough get going
when the going gets tough.
It totals up to nothing
but a yoke to restrain your soul,
and make you more compliant
to those who would control.
There should only be one tablet,
(and it won’t come from above!)
and graven on it are the words
“Inclusion, Peace, and Love.”
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