Holding tightly to our own beliefs,
We put into words our sense of right;
Dogma is this doctrine,
That often leads us to our plight.
Dogma is made of our opinions,
Of mental traditions we hold as true;
To others itís someone otherís dogma,
For some, dogma is a social glue.
They use dogma to unite the masses,
Or form religions that prove their dogma true;
Some manipulate machines of politics
To get their dogma through.
All in all it seems dogma is just words,
Words that can lead our mind;
Sometimes we need to go beyond dogma,
With hearts agreeing to be kind.