When God created woman and man,
I was a fly on a tree nearby;
They came frisking like animals,
A feast to my discerning eye.
Then entered God’s canny adversary,
From the Netherworld he came;
He whispered into their baby ear,
And gave them sin and shame.
Thus were born religions,
Homilies and rules,
Clothes and other cover-ups,
Priests and sundry fools.
Since then God waves his hand,
Beckoning us back to being;
Alas our moral compasses
Render us unseeing.
Wrapped in robes that discriminate,
We have but one redress—
To unbutton our prejudices,
And be one in nakedness.
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