The Several Are One Scam

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Two, you and I, are both too straight in mind

To think like Buddha in the Eastern way,

Conflating opposites as one.  We blind

Ones, Westerners, are not like Jews who pray

To one God, monolithic, or Allah-h-h-h —

More monolithic even. So, the spring

To us is not the autumn.  Total awe

For monolithic gods who do not sing

No twelve tone notes resolved as tones to one

We do not venerate;  no, many, all,

As singular, not plural, Father, Son

And Holy Ghost — a doctrine to appall.

Mohammad and the Jew see all things right.

They, only, think that day is day and night is night.