#27

All in the names of a god unfound,

mosques are plenty and temples abound.

While food is scanty and smiles are few,

he enjoys in heaven with indifference anew

Bound in lovely metaphors,

religions are false hopes.

A bit more patience, a tad more faith

chant the saint and popes.

A race condemned to bear,

the passing of each day.

Made to feel so guilty ,

even when it did not betray,

Waiting for his countless promises to fulfill,

tears we shed and blood we spill.

He hasen't moved,he never will

because our almighty is sleeping still.