world, yours or mine

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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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.

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darkhorse555
its not religion that fights its people using it as a tool deep beautifully penned god bless dear friend
lindsyjonesonline today!
Thanks as always my brother. Hope all is fine with you Liam. wave
Bentlee
neither, it's all their's until it's no longer their's!wine wine
rusticbink
I have no right to live.
vyoleta
Thank god, I am not religious. grin

Good poem, lindsyjones. peace
lindsyjonesonline today!
Bentley, boy I miss your writes. How are you? handshake
lindsyjonesonline today!
Rusticbink thanks for bringing it up.sad flower
lindsyjonesonline today!
Vyoletta, you've been on here for long writing, nice to see you. Thanks and welcome. handshake sad flower

Sad and cruel world Vyoletta.
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