wrapped in your arrogance your aggression beyond control here I am at peace with my world poking me constantly with your insatiable quest for power clothed with the yarn of submission to your god, fulfilling your obligation to wipe all that don't belong to your bullshit religion? 5 years old, confined in the walls of your lies shaping their innocent minds telling them, I have no right to live because, your faith is not what I believe? I can't take it anymore, I'm sure if the table is turned around and my coffers is filled like yours? only God knows I'm now 6 feet below the ground
DEAD AND GONE.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
Comments (8)
Good poem, lindsyjones.
Sad and cruel world Vyoletta.