Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Just a little spoken word poetry I wrote!!

Belief


Whichever God it is you pray, Should he not bring anger and vengeance every day
For a blatant display of mans disregard to those who believe in a different way,
Not a better way…No…but a different way.
If to pray means being able to lay my head to rest at night, conscience free of sin, no appetite for hate or revenge unto those that might dream of a conscience clear but whose motives are that of fear, from a power greater than us, a power with devastating potential yet not willing to appear in the now and the here.
Isn’t it right that for us as individuals of free speech, that we should be able to freely choose whom, what and why it is we believe? You have the mordacity to laugh at what other conceive to be their right of passage to a place lacking judgement and confrontation, a room to breathe.
However, if one man prays Jesus, another Ala, isn’t it more ridiculous, even bizarre that if anything or anyone is up in the sky, we should be arguing who goes where when they die.
 I’m going to Hell in the view of a Christians eyes, Islam will imply infidels should die. So where do you place a man like me, who enjoys his life, not temptation free, but with kindness and gratitude to those around me, for I am a believer of sorts, but I wont categorize those in narrow minded, naïve thoughts.
Instead I will hope when judgement day comes, someone will greet but me even if none, I can be happy that with the lifetime I had and the things I had done, that whether here or in a next life my memory lives on.