English poetry

"Deities" Our God is greater than your one my religion is right your's is just a fiction Look! they are fighting disclaiming that you hate wars homicides think killing is what makes way to seventh heaven Hands filled with gore; they shout "we are the entrepreneurs of heaven" Orisons are meaningless if your prayer contain curse for others I wish we were told to be kind instead of religious I wish we were taught to follow humanity, not a religion I wish we were directed to fetch food to hungry bellies rather than taking fasts I wish we were ordered not to break hearts instead of restricting shrine shatters Perhaps, no deity told us to do what we are doing now praying for heaven making others life worse than hell Writer: UNKNOWN

                      The Secret Heart Across the years he could recall His father one way best of all. In the stillest hour of the night The boy awakened to a light. Half in dreams, he saw his sire With his great hands full of fire. The man has struck a match to see If his son slept peacefully. But when he touched the sleepyhead His match fire left his finger red