Primitive Lord.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am here, looking at Him with my childish eyes,
shivering and panting as the water escaped from the fire,
I am here, standing in front of Him with my hands tied,
accounts not settled on earth, but soon to be audited here,

He is mercilessly merciful: counting my sins non stop,
flutters His eyes and asks me, 'Are you an infidel? '
'NO Dude, I am a believer of facts and figure,
One God and His messenger are not the fact'

Immediately He orders me
to go to the first hell:
full of germs:
not disinfected with no walls,

He does not know anything
about bacteria and virus,
and gets amused when I spray
the earthy spray on His pets,

He directs me to go
to the second hell of fire,
which is doused
with the fire extinguisher and a bomb,

He becomes enthusiastic,
and comes towards me,
'I have created so many hell
to torture you all'

'Yes, Comrade! but we have invented,
how to overcome them, all,
The old messenger is there,
scratching his body less parts