Mirth giving worth, O salt and light of earth!
To those corrupt and dying in the dark
Most destitute, deprived of dual birth
Devoid of truth, with cold divineless spark
Where canst thou find a glaring contrast stark?
Their conversation make them seem most odd
As fire consumes the chaff its dried up bark
Desires to be as holy as their God
For love of which a godly path they trod
While this unholy nation misbelieves
That think God favors when he spares the rod
And savors those to whom the spoil he gives
They perish not, nor grievous joys receive
For those who lay their lives that sin might leave
Let me have a sparkle of fire,
a fire what can burn
all anger into ashes.
Let me have a strong weapon
with which I can destroy
terrorism, racism and all evil deeds,
Earth would be completely free.
Let me have a pen,
also some magical ink
as I want to compose eternal song
to let peace prevail everywhere.
Let me have a brush
color and canvas
to draw and paint
The landscape of peace and ecstasy.
Let me have a drop of water
with it, I can wipe out sins
and I need a river
what can wash away all hunger
and peace would overflow everywhere.
Let me have sword or gun
to shoot out all misbelieves
from mankind.
Let me have a woman
who would give birth to another Jesus
to spread message of peace on earth.
I don’t believe in God she said
Explaining no reason for her doubts and misbelieves
I remained speechless but exploded in rage
Then I said
Who created the skies and lifted them up
Who made the universe, and arranged it around the sun
Who made us, created us, gave us mind and soul
But most of all
Light to see
Right and wrong
You don’t deserve what you have
You never thanked who gave you
Blessings and feelings
Organs and parts
She spitefully spoke
I believe in science and fate
Luck and fortune
But still, I replied
You can’t explain
For everything that has happened was written before
For everything we do, is a reason and results in one
Everyone’s life is arranged and organized
Except the things he does
He controls them himself
He leads his own destruction or salvation
No one but himself
But in things such as health and sickness, wealth and poverty
Are written for the greater good
For one’s and other’s good
They are written
Everyone get what they deserve
Everyone deserves a chance
Everyone except…
The ones who challenge
There is no God…
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