Impotency
Not the truth of hierarchy
I loved the lie of life
Naked truth kills the humanity of falsehood
There is no religion
Death is the peace of heaven
Holy ground or the barbaric war
There is a tomb of screaming
Blind I see much
Deaf or dumb I speak much
No human is important
But God or imaginative prophecy
makes an impotent world
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April
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