Another old poem from my collection – this time about fundamentalists. My apologies to the guy in the picture: I spent a long time looking for pictures to illustrate religious fundamentalism, but who’d have guessed it – all the pictures showed people who were identifiably Muslim! Now my contact with evangelising fundamentalists has mostly been with Christian ones because of my background.
They’re not all bad and my poem is about what is probably a particular sub-set, those who are determined to convert people and prepared to be dishonest and deceitful to do so (some undoubtedly wouldn’t do this) and who also are absolutely determined to appear to be happy because to cry or show depression would be to deny God’s power. The poem is an argument against this. In case it’s misunderstood, it absolutely is not an argument against Christianity or religion. I count myself religious and a Christian.
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With fervent voice they praise the Lord;
The fundamentals of their choice
Wrenched from the Bible they enforce
And with a smile apply the sword.
They weave a web for passers-by
Of friendly chat and neighbour’s aid
Until the friendship is betrayed
And spider sucks another fly.
Into a gap they’ll pour such glue
No wind or wave will shift the wall;
Determined that they’ve heard the call
They’ll say they’re certain what is true.
They smile and sing and never cry;
Their outside dark has inside spread.
Who cannot laugh and cry is dead:
Knowing no deep, reach nothing high.
Copyright Simon Banks 2014