Oh… Why do we fly?
Like we live a thousand lives,
Like our bones aren’t fated
To turn dust in the nights.
Like our toil moves mountains
When it scarcely scars a vice.
Why do we scream—
And hope he hears the cries?

And God… Do you?
Hear children squeal in pain,
See teen mothers in their silence—
Of suffering and shame?
Watch missiles fall on some,
As some others preen in fame?
Or do you shut your ears
When I pray a different name?

So religious, are You? Pious and pure?
Who taught You it’s noble
To smear their blood like perfume?
You set Your axes on the table,
To sell a love “unconditional”.
Peddle crowds with a label
But who do you fool?
Not me anymore.

(Sigh)…

Perhaps…
You were fooled too.