Our New Religion

This poem was written somewhere around the 1920s. It’s eery to me how true it is of today’s world. I read it and I hear a warning and encouragement to stop, take a step back, and rethink what we’re doing and more importantly why we’re doing it.

Our New Religion From “Gaily the Troubadour”
by Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)

First dentistry was painless.
Then bicycles were chainless,
Carriages were horseless,
And many laws enforceless.

Next cookery was fireless,
Telegraphy was wireless,
Cigars were nicotineless,
And coffee caffeineless.

Soon oranges were seedless,
The putting green was weedless,
The college boy was hatless,
The proper diet fatless.

New motor roads are dustless,
The latest steel is rustless,
Our tennis courts are sodless,
Our new religion — godless.

With courage, Katie


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