Dogma

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 23, 2021 

Dogma.
Truth.
Someone’s
truth.
Dogma.
Authority
laid heavy.
Being
told what
to do.
What
to believe.
Being told
what,
how to
think.
Dogma,
power.
Control.
Control
over all.
The few,
the clueless
few
heavy handed
pressed on
the many.
Dogma,
human dogma.
Useless.
The blind
leading
the blind.
Human truth
a fluid thing.
Easily
manipulated.
Trick of
control.
Not worth
much.
Dogma,
human dogma
merely a
parlor game.
Smoke and
mirrors.
Trick of
convenience
control.
Best
to be
ignored.

 

Tags: Deep,

Add Comment

 

More by John Prophet

...
Maelstrom

poem by John Prophet

Maelstrom. Accelerating. Global change. Faster it spins. Breaking apart. Exponential. Technological explosion, transformation. What once was, fading. Hard to keep up. Understand. Speeding. Changing. Unrelenting b... Read more

...
Ritual

poem by John Prophet

Ritual. Comfort in ritual. Dark forbodding place. Ancient, unknown. Ancient times filled with uncertainty. Dangers everywhere. Enter ritual. Special places. Gatherings, holding darkness at bay. Group. Safety in n... Read more