Being Beasty

Reaching the doors of the Heaven,

He said to the Lord:

I was slaughtered for fun.

Your best creation that they claim themselves to be,

Failed to understand that I was also a creation of yours;

Or was it your plan for me to get butchered?

I had lived so long fearing you,

Just because of their blind belief in you.

Whenever there is a 'Festival',

They insisted on performing rituals.

How sinful they were killing my kith and kin!

Watched them dying was no less than being in your Hell.

Are you proud of your creativity or

Should I say deformity?

What you have created is no more humane;

Just wretched fellows who think,

Only they have God.

They deserve more than your Hell.