The Death of Hinduism

I am a great fake and so is my great religion.
It used to be a great immense powerful river, now dried up by diversions and canals
It does not exist anymore.

It died few days ago, under a banyan tree
Now Hinduism is a synthetic product
Packaged for every home, everyone with his own version

If you have the best statue
Then your version is indeed the best.
The fresher your rose, the better your ‘Puja’

God is now on Zee-TV singing goody songs giving us tips about fornicating and eating
No one understands the ole Sanskrit and no one remembers anything
This religion, created yesterday, will die tomorrow

What they felt, we will never feel. They roamed everywhere,
Went house to house, passed the woods, and told us something about a strange beauty
This beauty, like a green parrot with red eyes and silver claws, is lost to us

We wrangle about this and that,
Each pundit telling a lie over a lie. A lie fucking another lie
A line of lies
A battery of lies
Books about lies,
Talks about lies
Lies everywhere,
And there goes a car, registration plate: LIE


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