Go To Hell (Ghazal) Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

The Bible was in my hand, title read: Go to Hell
When I left the temple, then bishop said: Go to Hell

Capitals are wasting millions, always are in heaven
The poor people wanting a piece of bread go to Hell

Oh my God! If you love people, peace and well being
Say to all whose hands are with man's blood red 'Go To Hell'

Your love is just for those who are to stay in arms
For you who are far away or are dead Go to Hell

I will make my life a garden even without you
If you say 'life is not a rose's bed', Go to Hell