Throw Your Tithe To The Wind

There are so many


So many~

Some hundreds,

Others thousands

Of years old.


The same old texts

Are reprinted

And retranslated

And reinterpreted

Decade after


And still the

Messages remain

The same:


Kindness, Love,

Charity, Honesty,


Yet, so few live

These mandates:

The point of the practice.


You see, religion is about

Becoming these things,

Living these things,

Being these things,

Spreading these things.

Religion is not about

Trying to be better,

It is about being better.


Religion has failed.


So, go to church on Sunday

In your best clothes,

With your air of righteousness,

Throwing your tithe to the wind.

Paint on a smile,

Act pious and upright,

Then go home

And beat your kids



About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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3 Responses to Throw Your Tithe To The Wind

  1. amazing write.


    hope all is well,

    invite you to join poetry picnic today, simply share a relevant or a random piece, and enjoy!
    Happy Thanksgiving,
    Always, your presence is sunshine to us.
    Best Wishes!

    your talent rocks.

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