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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Religious · #1860354
Not long after 9/11 I penned this response to a lunchtime discussion.
I've been watching this world and the things that surround me.
People telling me I'm going to hell cause the Lord hasn't found me.
These same old people who open their mouth to speak say the same old shit that they said last week.
These same people determining my fate got their hands all in the collection plate.
The same people perpetrating this fraud got more than grass in their own backyard.
Yet, they tell me it's part of some Master Plan. Something I'm just supposed to understand.
But this god they praise and get holy about, this god that will cleanse your soul and erase your doubt...
He's got babies dying, single mothers multiplying, skyscrapers falling from the sky and yet I'm supposed to have faith in someone I can't see. Someone that's just supposed to 'be', someone who won't even talk to me.
Keep the money flowing, the congregation growing so that someone else can tell me which direction I'm going.
Can't lose my religion cause I never had one.
Can't tell the difference from the good and the bad ones, yet I have thousands from which to choose:
Catholic, Muslim, all types of Jews.
Will they all have that same look on their face if we all wind up in the exact same place?
The Bible says this the Bible quotes that. You need answers? The Bibles' where it's at.
But I don't need answers I need proof and just by walking under your steepled roof will I be changed? The letters of my alphabet rearranged to spell what religion wants me to spell.
Maybe save my soul from damnation and hell. Maybe say what religion wants me to say. Drop to my knees and just start to pray. Maybe speak what religion wants me to speak.
Well, that's the same old shit that you said last week.
Yet, I should keep the faith and just believe when religions come and go as they please, so in the end I'll be rewarded and all my pain will be aborted.
But for now I live distorted. Unable to see what it is that makes young people have cancers. I get few answers from these spiritual enhancers as to why wrong is right and right is wrong.
Can't we all just get along?
Don't tell me that its God I seek cause that's the same old shit that you said last week.
If I die today, or if I die tomorrow, happy or filled with sorrow, who is to say that I'll go anyplace? Is my slate erased just by keeping a faith?
How can one man be held so grand? Tell me the last time you shook God's hand.
Give me your best explanation for starvation or race segregation.
Why do people hate and terrorists plot? How a life can end with a single gunshot?
Choose carefully these words you speak and don't say the same shit that you said last week

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