Back from the daily grind,
I lean back & try to relax my mind.
When a print catches my eye
of the summary of the week gone by.
Stories interesting and insipid
are flashed around like snippets
A few invite and few revile
of plots both disgusting and instigated with guile.
I stand, a mute witness to acts of morbid atrocities
Sometimes a Genocide & sometimes a Kamikaze.
Perpetrated by individuals mislead and misguided
in God's name.
By those who take on the guise of God's men
& act as his bodyguards on this plane.
Nauseated and Shaken, I question this all,
of the false pride of few and their gall
To think that the glorious one will need
to indulge in something so obscene.
He whose presence is eternal,
wouldn't like his name forced down another's throat
This entire premise is banal
a god doesn't need to gloat.
Surprising, that the texts preach fraternity,
it has been a cause of such mondegreen
that many of its agents work to chop at the roots of unity;
like the steadily depleting evergreens.
With their message of hate and splenetic rage
they corrupt the innocent and keep them engaged.
They hand them guns when all they need is a book,
they hand them false sermons and make them into crooks
Engineering machines that are servile
to their suggestions & outlook.
They wage war on each other enjoying
their knights and bishops toppling the other's rooks.
Through ages, we say that we evolved
yet the change seems invisible.
For each new interpretation is still scorned
a different faith is still impermissible.
The ones inciting hatred and spitting vitriol still shine bright
Guns & Gods don't mix is the message lost in this plight.
Does it matter if my god sings & your doesn't
or your drinks and mine doesn't.
Isn't faith a personal, continuous voyage of finding belief.
Enabling us to find strength, shun sorrow and find relief.
So why has it been a vehicle of constant grief
When the solace of finding your place in this world
is the message of every religion in brief.
Time and again the tree of fraternity is ravaged
by enemies blinded by dogma; zealous and savage.
To nurture its rebirth the youth have to unite
fostered with their energy to win over the dynamite.
I lean back & try to relax my mind.
When a print catches my eye
of the summary of the week gone by.
Stories interesting and insipid
are flashed around like snippets
A few invite and few revile
of plots both disgusting and instigated with guile.
I stand, a mute witness to acts of morbid atrocities
Sometimes a Genocide & sometimes a Kamikaze.
Perpetrated by individuals mislead and misguided
in God's name.
By those who take on the guise of God's men
& act as his bodyguards on this plane.
Nauseated and Shaken, I question this all,
of the false pride of few and their gall
To think that the glorious one will need
to indulge in something so obscene.
He whose presence is eternal,
wouldn't like his name forced down another's throat
This entire premise is banal
a god doesn't need to gloat.
Surprising, that the texts preach fraternity,
it has been a cause of such mondegreen
that many of its agents work to chop at the roots of unity;
like the steadily depleting evergreens.
With their message of hate and splenetic rage
they corrupt the innocent and keep them engaged.
They hand them guns when all they need is a book,
they hand them false sermons and make them into crooks
Engineering machines that are servile
to their suggestions & outlook.
They wage war on each other enjoying
their knights and bishops toppling the other's rooks.
Through ages, we say that we evolved
yet the change seems invisible.
For each new interpretation is still scorned
a different faith is still impermissible.
The ones inciting hatred and spitting vitriol still shine bright
Guns & Gods don't mix is the message lost in this plight.
Does it matter if my god sings & your doesn't
or your drinks and mine doesn't.
Isn't faith a personal, continuous voyage of finding belief.
Enabling us to find strength, shun sorrow and find relief.
So why has it been a vehicle of constant grief
When the solace of finding your place in this world
is the message of every religion in brief.
Time and again the tree of fraternity is ravaged
by enemies blinded by dogma; zealous and savage.
To nurture its rebirth the youth have to unite
fostered with their energy to win over the dynamite.
