Who Is Right?

Who Is Right? prose poem

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What do you believe?
Why do you believe it?
How did you learn it?
Who taught you?
What where their motives.
Ideas not men rule the world.

Some believe in religion, some do not.
Some believe in life after death, some do not.
Some believe in reincarnation, some do not.
Some are Hindu.
Some are Christians
Some are Buddhists
Some are Islamic.
Some are Jewish.
Some are Taoist.

There are hundreds of religions on this planet
Some are monotheistic .
Some are polytheistic.
Some believe in only a force.
Some believe the universe itself is alive.

In the past some believed earth was the center of the Universe.
Some believe “God” made man in “his” image.

There are many belief systems on this world.

Humankind has always been parochial in its thinking,
Believing they are the center of things, thinking they have
It all figured out.
Truth is, they can’t all be right. Odds are, none of them are.

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