Dear God

on behalf of children

and tiny tots

we sincerely apologize

pardon us lord.

We knew not

what we did

did not think

what we thought.

Through the centuries

we pretended sleep

under the spell

of a black magic.

Tossing, turning

cornered, tortured

and blind-folded

we could only weep.

Confess we

once and for all

hiding nothing

from the children

so forgive us god.

Proclaiming the opposite

we made you up

in our very own

imperfect image

and adorned you

with devil’s frills

who promises houries

in the hereafter

begrudging here

our little pleasures

always to be humored

with sacrifices ‘n’ blood.

The zealots ‘n’ the bigots

turned you upside down

to make a false ferocious dog

out of a benevolent god

who only barks

at the merchants

reserving its bite

for the ignorant servants.

The genius

of the commercial man

everything under the blue sky

is a commodity for sale

be it god or dog

heaven ‘n’ hell.

God-fearing nations

indulged with abandon

in the immoral trades

of the black flesh

because the Church condemned

the black descendants

of Adam ‘n’ Eve

to a wretched existence.

The dark is evil

only birthday suit if black

not tie, coat, habit

cloak or sack.

Our religions are

only skin deep

love ‘n’ peace

in the Scriptures sleep.

Life to us is

a balance-sheet

figures ‘n’ words

our compulsive creed.

Long titles

and large harems

name ‘n’ fame

and the power games.

Ah the illusions

of grandeur

pomp ‘n’ show

man so painstakingly

around himself grows

hypnotizes others

for a while

in the long run

posterity smiles.

Lying-in-state

Egyptian mummies await

re-incarnation

were the Pharaohs once

men most powerful

in their times.

Power ‘n’ wisdom

seldom unite

this great tragedy

we must always fight.

Seen through

the right angle though

it becomes a stick

for measuring down

powerful jokers with

exceptions must be few.

Very complicated

this business of evolution

a revolution merely a flash

in it’s seething cauldron.

A poisoned philosopher

and a beheaded queen

incidental ‘n’ remote

cause ‘n’ effect.

World a stage alright

will always remain so

the perpetual life

the spirit

the everlasting show

has us

for actors ‘n’ extras

slaves ‘n’ pharaohs.

When the bell tolls

silence or applause

actors or extras

dead are oblivious to all.

Life begets life

sustains, propagates itself

in tandem with nature

always marching ahead.

Desire, deserve ‘n’ enjoy

to heart’s content

that’s the purpose of life

how magnificent!

The how ‘n’ who

of god and his skill

is the last clause

in unknown benefactor’s will.

A zillion light years

we must go

before your identity

Father Almighty

we come to know.