Took a step back from the crowded procession,
Looked around,
Wow the things I’ve never seen before
Not only me , not only ‘us’,
Everybody has a god of their own..
Well I built a time machine ,
Curiosity being a rebel’s trait they say…
The perfect follower to never question;
Accept others…
Through the ages I travel back…
Through the eras I go
To see what religion – belief is..
It started simple..
Then it grew and numbers blew..
Started traveling ,
Thousands of them around the world… Isn’t this the same kind?
I felt happy,
Happy to see them polishing humans .
Time passed ; everything changed
“Green eyed monster” as Shakespeare would say usurping every brain;
What their God? Our lord,
Only ours exist,
Only ours to follow we say..
Well saying with words only, then ordering with arms ,
Bullet through heads, war begins.
Damn I traveled thousand years to reach this day,
More conflict, only blood splattering
In the name of Gods above ,
the merciful,
What mercy on the already sleeping their last sleep? What heaven six feet underground?
The comfort of worms and cold soil?
Is this what the gods teach?
Allah the merciful,
Buddha the calmness,
Jesus the embodiment of sacrifice,
Kali the mother of all,
Vishnu the protector of all…
Do they exist in us?
Are we really their children who follow?
Or lost lambs of the same herd killing and fighting forgetting our own home?
Chamodi Lakshika Samarathunga