Fake Heavens Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

It takes a tiny shaft of sunlight to shatter
A thunder cloud;
A small attempt
Like I love you guy!
To thaw a heart.

Why then do we build mental prisons
To fit ourselves
And others in?

Our kindness is infinite,
Our heart large and deep.
We are human,
The great race set to watch over this beautiful place
Endowed with the power to tame stars
And oceans!
And create possibilities.

But we make coffin holes of these gifts
Into which we bury our humanities
And grandeur,

The same love that God in his infinite kindness
Like the ultimate gardener,
Grew into our hearts.

We could be free,
But we choose to fetter our freedom,
Trussed up with philosophical trash
In shrouds of educated ignorance.

Freedom is a tender bud,
Always at the mercy of storming ignorance
Brash and insane fabrications.

If we cannot be humble
And loving here
On earth,
The chance of being a saint in heaven is remote.
Our pride will only end this side of the grave.

It is from those same small acts of kindness
That the most spectacular heavens are made!
If we can build our own heavens
Why live in hell?