An Atheist Plea For Freedom Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Ye may ponder of my discovery fallacy,
But fantasy I Shalt follow not.
Evil may be what thou appoint of me
But if two god's clash is met by lies and deception.
Think not I will choose whose curtain I am under.
For then I would please their thirst not, and uphold mine
I may blissfully listeneth to thy teaching
But think not thou hast mercuriated my ways.
For thine light shines with no more truth than the darkness weighs with lies.
I may not be able to grasp what's needed of me to grasp.
But the notion of life is has well settle in me.

I chose to fit my own category
Not ones God's nor will I be of another...

... Down the line,
One day!

Ye will cherish and merry-make the upheaval of the truth under a lie.
And I shalt hath long basked at its radiance.

Look up at the skies again.
Explore it one last time

Still think lost of I?

Ridiculous it may seem
But I too think the same of thee...

But worry not.
I am not here to change thine world
But I am here to leave it colder with shackles of truth.
(Since the truth to you is but perilous)

A prisoner ye could make of me.
I see it through thine eyes.
Like open doors they lead to chambers that knows that it's at a prize that they would make their stories come alive.
It's at a great sacrifice of morals and love.
The etching humanity.
And the great imprisonment to keep the world shut.

Is this not enough?
Is this what ye elders seeked?
Is it?

Well...After all we are the only minority of our kind.
Ones who does no masquerade.
I maybe matt
But I am not a masonry.
I do not play with rocks and wish they would turn themselves into dough.

Yes dear! I am an Atheist.
I am a kaffir,
Freedom is what I seek.
Freedom is my only coarse
Would the


O.M Hajane