Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Enclosed Rhyme

7 Years, Without God

I spent my youth where I never dreamt of
Where the holy angels stopped existing
‘Cos the ruling men forbade them to sing
From their century-old kirk, they were scared off
 
I was a Christian, when I was with my Christian friend 
I was a Muslim, when I was with my Muslim neighbor 
I was a Jew, when I was with my Jewish professor 
But, I was a nobody, when alone, every week-end

We came one by one, to this land, not to shop 
Nor to compete with each other, to know who’s the best
Together we gathered, with only one aim, to quest
The hidden treasure, of the world map

In that great land, I learnt histories of walls
Spoken the native tongues, of the East and the West
Mastered the law of men, after seven years without rest
But the soul was lonely, for I had forsaken the Sunday calls

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