Blind Faith
Blind Faith
Lips utter sacred words,
Like the chirping of a morning bird,
Yet their postulations plan filthy game,
They hide it in their attire what a shame,
Preaching in the name of god,
Claiming themselves as close as his incarnation,
Chanting out verses in exclamation,
In the turnout of a monk,
A deadly termite is sunk,
Who feeds over humanity,
And over whom people tend to lose their sanity,
But what they say is true,
This world is good only to a few,
The rest shall struggle,
To fight ,and satiate the hunger till night,
But are they themselves striving,
Because it's a whole community they are driving,
Who fight over holy tome,
Without reading one in their home,
They make us fool,
Use us as a tool,
To achieve what they aspire,
Making it terrible for others to respire.