Pity

Pity

Pity the poor bastards who believe God is evil
Because children slaughtered, women raped
Communities destroyed in the name of God
Because ‘His’ messengers preach fear and guilt
While leaders fatten and congregations starve.
Pity the poor bastards who believe they know God,
And that God is the hardest criminal around.
Pity the poor bastards, for I am God, and you and they.
For God is larger, wider, higher and deeper than us
And the messengers are God though they run from God
And speak for themselves in tongues of corruption
Pity the poor bastards, for they still seek God
Despairing that God is not around, while they never seek within.
Pity the poor bastards, and pray they can love themselves
For only love can reveal their Godliness