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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poetry



Beautiful sounds, sinister words.
Do they believe, what lies within?
Of the flock and of the herd.
No place they had, no part, in sin.
In a point of light, graceful their tones
Amazed, so young their hearts
Melody's reach, to the very bones
Would make moot, the philosophy of Descartes.
But for my tears, I shed for these
For young minds corrupted so
However stirring their melodies
They know, yet certainly do not know.
I wonder, what otherwise would they sing?
If they had learned to ask instead
If devil's horn and angel's wing
Had not been, on wafers, to them, fed
Amazing grace, they had indeed
But imaginations so restrained
Would be unleashed by a single seed
of doubt - amazed, then unordained.

Submitted: November 11, 2017

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It sounds like the Bible, and I like the Bible, so I like this haha

Sat, November 11th, 2017 3:13pm


Hi TravellerZo. I'm happy that you liked this, although I'm afraid you have the tone - if not completely the subject - a little misconstrued. The religious tone was deliberate though, and I'm happy that you picked up on that. Thank you for taking the time to comment.

Tue, November 14th, 2017 11:53am


Blind acceptance of religion? I don't know, I could be way off here, but that is what this poem says to me. Don't want to comment too far but, as an athiest, I feel like I can relate. Nicely done, Adrian!

Sat, November 11th, 2017 5:00pm


Hi Hullabaloo, nice to hear from you. You've called this pretty much exactly right. It came to me at my daughter's school; they had a choir singing Amazing Grace and it touched my atheism-nerve!

Sun, November 12th, 2017 10:42pm

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