The illegitimate child looked at the sky,
Questioning his birth with hungry eyes
But it seemed the lord had no reply
Or was just indifferent to his cries.
The temple bells announced his charm,
Herds of men raced for his arm
There was lots to offer to the Worshipped stone
Left unnoticed was the living bone.
Tributes overflowed for the unseen "help",
Kept unheard was the beggar's whelp;
They filled the pots with divine hope,
Delusioned by the ascetic misanthrope.
The affluents flung coins to earn his favor,
But seemed too penurious when it came to labor.
The temples of gold funded by the rich,
termed an arid woman, an unwelcome "bitch".
The temple was the home of lord,
But the priests personified god.
For what they said was taken true,
And the rest was all the cause of "eschew".
The priests walked followed by men,
But he lead them to Satan's den.
With thousand rules they scaled the soul
And sentenced their dreams on parole.
Behold the sky , worship the tree
They chanted on endlessly;
Ironically though it came to be,
God is the founder of misery.
Men died in war for their "survival",
As their god promised "revival".
They lost their lives to win a place
Which in human eyes was utter disgrace
Those million lives burnt at stake,
Was it too facile for Messiah's wake?
And the hundreds cursed with sin,
For the date they were born in.
Animals were slaughtered to fetch his smile,
A remarkable show of gods exile.
And with every page of history turned,
Under his name, lives were burned.
Ancient days when god was born,
When his name was first sworn;
And then chiseled in a magic lore
A vague attempt to cut the bore.
From centuries before, men prayed for heaven
This is what their god has given
Amidst all the prayers none could see
With each blessing lied hypocrisy.
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Poetree
Thơ caA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
