I don’t need human-created stories

I won’t fall for your made-up glories


No fancy, dreamt-up Gods, please

No empty rituals. That is a disease


I have seen what the religious do

Shrines are less useful than a loo


I don’t need to read old scriptures

I don’t need to bow to pictures


Compassion comes naturally to me

Don’t need holy men to make me see


My dog behaves better than the seers

At dusk, they all kick back with beers


In our world, the decent have a hard time

Nobody will be punished for their crime


The good do not need laws and rules

They do what’s right and look like fools


 The bad ones will never ever obey them

So, to hell with your hymns and anthem