God
God.
There is a mountain of leather sandals,
collected in streets of death.
A tall mountain it reaches to the sky
to heaven where believers say god resides.
And in the cold clarity of nothingness
there is an everlasting silence.
There is but one god, the one that lives
in every good humans’ heart.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2011
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