Bellum Sacrum


The motto to trust in God,

printed on our money,

is currently mandated

in some public schools

presenting quite a quandary;

it makes ‘god’

as commonplace

as laundry!

 

“In God We Trust” is a 

bumper sticker thought,

requiring no immediate action.

It doesn’t have the urgency

of a traffic sign, like: Stop.

This vague comand

bewilders students –

“Which gods are being taught?” 

 

The god we trust on money

is anything but certain. 

The reason

is a compromise

of many theistic assertions.

The courts call it Ceremonial Deism:

A generic all-encompassing god

trotted out for a celebration.

 

The logic implied

requires all sides

interpret the meaning of “god”

in their own prejudicial favor.

Christians and Hindus, Muslims and Buddhist 

worship many things they call god.

It’s a word which contains them all.

When god is homogenized

secular work can be done;

after all, that is

the dollar’s mission.

 

So, Christians placing 

the motto into schools

feel they’ve pulled

a clever deception

and yet laundry gets dirty every day.

 

In secular society

the status quo 

sticks with facts and measures.

It’s not where one goes

to show

mystical opinions

or supernatural subscriptions.

 

Now, laws are written, 

On school walls:

God” in letters

twelve inches tall!

Forcing passions to the fore

dismissing logic and reason,

inciting

supernatural, 

mystical,

unprovable, 

theological,

radically fervent vigor. 

 

Point out the inherent absurdity

and conflict ensues with perfidy.

Bellum sacrum,

joins the curriculum,

teachers conscripted in

elementary school theology:

passions not profundity,

ill equipped for a Holy War

wonder if that is

what schools are for?

 

Hooray! god is back in the classroom

small ‘g’ for ceremonial deism 

not the big ‘G’ of which you are thinking.

Share your ‘G’ with all the other kids

a Pokémon world of possibilities:

Horus, Dionysus,

alien space ruler Xenu,

Thetan levels,

and holy underwear.

 

Why believe in one god, 

yet atheistic about all others?

Give Christians their semantic euphoria,

milk-toast pablum of greeting-card import.

When aphorisms are habitual 

significance becomes sentiment,

as common as cracks in the floor.

The’ve neutered the thing they adore.

Any Thoughts?