when you wrap god up
in a colorless box,
filled with fear, judgement,
and prejudice...
a box that can only be held
by people just like you,
on special occasions,
and with ulterior motives...
you make god the weapon
of your own ignorance!
you dont own god!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, god is sometimes taken for granted.