Worshipped Is This Delusion

Even their surfaced faith,
Has become a wailing dirge.
An addiction of myths mixed...
With mediocrity,
And vacant dreams.

A choice to believe in fantasies,
Has kept them stale and stagnant.
Loving their rituals that dig deep and hollow...
As they jump aboard a rusted merry-go-round!

And a life lived without values kept,
Void of discipline and principles of respect...
Creeps along in disengagement.
In a religous sinking devoted to despair.

Worshipped is this delusion of faded illusions.
Fed to feed on constant reminders of conflict.
As if a greatness restored will bring order,
To mental instabilities!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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