Religion

Enough.
Had it up to here.
Silly arguments, disagreements, rows.
Not speaking.
Fights - and worse.
Wars of sorts 'n bombs blowing apart.
Raised hands, shattered legs, blood.
You wallow in it if you want to.
Sackcloth, ashes, guilt, bonemeal.
Don't ask me hear for credit.
I've given it up for lent.
No offence - just bog off.
And don't knock next door.
They're out.