“There’s that preacher again”

I can hear the preacher,
even as I write,
he rants and he yells,
non stop.

For hours and hours,
or so it seems,
the preacher rants
and he yells.

Innocent folks listening,
or pretending to anyway.
the word they call it…
truth!

The loudspeakers,
the invasion of one’s quiet evening.
Crusades they call them…
Crusades!!

I sit in my lounge room,
forced to listen,
I’m disturbed,
but I listen.

Poor folks,
conned,
lied to,
but believe you must!

The dogs bark…
Why?
Something in it for them?
Or are they annoyed?

Mr Preacher…
at least breathe
and pause,
for the attention span
of folks is short.

Most just sit there
and pretend,
some sleep,
others daydream.

Why?
What do folks see in religion?
Is it the salvation component?
Perhaps not wanting to go to hell?

Why?
Just live and let live,
respect each other,
let go and move on.

Life is too short,
to get stuck
trying to work it all out…

The impossible,
to work it all out
and get it right,
just surrender!

Surrender and let go,
allow life to happen,
no books,
no preachers,
no dogma.

Just you and me baby,
this post
and all else in between.

Confused?
So is the preacher,
he’s still out there,
ranting and raving,
confusing the innocent.

Go home preacher,
and get some rest
allow me my evening,
without the noise,
the bantering
and confusion.