One man’s religion could become another’s quarrel
But of culture, to the other it is more often a marvel
So why slayeth thyselves oh ye men of inflated godliness
Praying for peace, while inside you house bitterness
There is no peace left, not even for the dead in tombs
Let alone for the innocent, still growing in wombs
Yes! The truism of a supreme one reigns to eternity
But why embrace the extremes of religion, which is insanity?
Just retrace your footsteps along the paths into your past
For there all peace, oneness, and glamour are cast
Carry the virtues of your traditions into this fertile future
And share the beauty that diverse cultures brings along
For there dwells the most cosmic love for us to nurture
We live in religion, but in culture we rightly belong