TRAGIC IRONY

God created us in His image or i heard them say,

The tragic irony is humourous indeed.

Man created God in his Imagination for i saw them believe.

Prophets many came and gone to point to the righteouss path;

Mortal fools naive are you to not see the path,

But worship the pointed finger instead.



To know in our hearts that God is but one,

Hippocrates are you and me can’t you all see?

To brutally slay each other for the name of your God is but another.

All in the name of the God you call as the creator.



In the Good Books of world,

There’s only preachings of peace.

What does it matter? The colour of the skin,

When everything starts from really deep within.



Mortal people believeing immortal vanity:

It’s a shame you all not see,

The colour of your and mine blood...

Bleeds not different but only red.