March 31, 2024

The word Easter is pagan in origin from Ēostre (Proto-Germanic: *Austrō(n)) is a West Germanic spring goddess. The name is reflected in Old English: *Ēastre ([ˈæːɑstre]; Northumbrian dialect: Ēastro, Mercian and West Saxon dialects: Ēostre [ˈeːostre]),[1][2][3] Old High German: *Ôstara, and Old Saxon: *Āsteron.

I know my poems are not always popular but a true poet does not compose poems to seek popularity or approval. My poems make many people uncomfortable but then again, what many people believe makes me uncomfortable yet I don’t demand that their beliefs be censored.

The single most significant thing about Christianity is contradiction – the believing in two opposing ideas at the same time. It’s called Doublethink. If this poem inspires anger or hate in a Christian that means that such a person is not a Christian, just a pretender with a self-serving agenda.

I’ve known many people who say they are Christians in their minds but only a very few that actually are Christian in practice and in their hearts. I respect the latter and I am amused by the former.

There is a message, a simple message in the Sermon on the Mount. That page (Matthew 5-7) should be ripped away and honored and the rest of that unnatural book except Matthew 7:12, and Luke 6:31 should be discarded for the only true words are there upon those three pages and in all religions can be found the same important lesson “In everything, do to others what you would have them do to you. . . .” Matthew (7:12) and Luke 6:31.

The great failure of the Christian Bible is the unnecessary garbage written in 99% of a book that should be diminished to a essay titled the Beatitudes.

With that one essay there would be no need for a church or a priesthood, for papal authority and church hierarchy. Armed with that one essay and with love there would be no need for power, genocide, lies, cheating, betrayal and the corruption of wealth.

There would be no need for weaving myths of Godlike creatures and foul demons, of Paradise, Purgatory or the Inferno.

All that we need and will ever need is the soil beneath our feet, the sea that gives us life, the sun that warms us and all the creatures great and small that share this planetary paradise with us as we walk through fields of beauty, truth and love towards the inevitable shadow of death searching for four things; love, truth, peace and meaning.

My Poem for Easter

Easter

Stolen by the demons of Jesus Christ

The ancient Pagan feast lost its meaning

The weak and lazy were slowly leaning

As the arrogant priests tossed loaded dice

Their ways of persuasion were not so nice

A choice between Jesus Christ and the stake

He who “suffered” on the cross for “our” sake

So much nonsense about his “sacrifice”

Just a figurehead of a mystic cult,

A cult that would have remained very small,

If not for a stoned Roman Jew named Saul,

Giving credence to this crazy occult.

Founder Paul murdered Stephen the first Saint

Stoned for believing in the Prince of Peace

Paul seeded the cult with old myths from Greece

Ancient Gods given a new coat of paint.

The Romans adopted the God they slew

Constantine saw it as quite the fine joke

Condemning Romans to the Christian yoke

Portraying the Christ as the anti-Jew.

The spring equinox transformed to Easter

Assimilating old paganism

With a demonic Catholicism

Easily organized by a Roman quaestor.

It came from the mouth of a Roman Pope

“It has served us well, this myth of Christ”

The gold from their poor purses we’ll entice

We’ll sell them immortality and hope.

Paganisms response was a chocolate egg

Rabbits, chicks, lilies and an Easter feast

Ignoring the pope, the bishop and priest

And that silver platter they pass to beg

They call the day their God died Good Friday

The day he died so we all may be free

This has nothing to do with you or me

We’ve no need to be “saved” nor need we pray.

What has Jesus Christ got to do with me?

This idol from another time and place

Fabricated legend, a transformed face

After two thousand years across the sea.

Just a lucky mystery religious sect

Stupid silly superstitious nonsense

Marketed as a soul saving pretense

For the masses lacking in self respect

For every drop of blood that Jesus shed

A billion drops have been spilt in his name

Sacrificed to the great confidence game

Spreading the gospel with the martyred dead

Murdering heretics and believers

Burning innocent women at the stakes

The fires ignited by black robed fakes

Ordained by the great Roman deceivers

I’m an atheist because I can think

I remember the victims of the church

I’ve read the holy books, done the research

What I’ve found gives off an offensive stink

I’ve empathy for the millions that died

Slain by the swords of Christianity

Slain by cannons of Christianity

All because the saints and apostles lied.

Honoring Eastre, the Goddess of Spring

Early pagans held on to the old ways,

The Catholics simply stole their festive days,

Forcing worship of their crucified king

The Christian zombie who rose from the dead

Partake of his flesh and drink of his blood

Enrich the church as you toil in the mud

Upon all that is sacred the church will tread

-pw