Story telling
'Adam had too many children.'
We feel like faithful say and Bible.
'They were twins; intermarried.'
Clarify clerics...
I wonder, and like me, see many:
'We know two, the ones told in Bible
There's nothing of others or daughters.'
They stare with anger as if at, a Kafir.
Thanks to them I have lost my deep faith.
What's happened to my soul, to my God?
The cruel; you looted purity, innocence.
'In sky lives a God who is kind and loves us.'
Now I think, think a lot, day and night.
I read and I question, carefully look around.
I'm in search of a lost; brightest light of love.
That being, powerful, like snow always white
He was just; he was kind, treated equal
All colors and races, sons-daughters
Past and now, future, husband, wife
Unlike you and your books, full of lies
Confused, unaware, agnostic, apostate, in the hell
I'm drowned in the waves, a dead whale-I stench.
I read like crazy, get me lost in science that I hate
They rely on substance, what they say is fashion
Today comes theory; new one tomorrow, is a past's
Returning backtrack: 'This is wrong that was right.'
They teach me how to write and proud they announce:
'You can make; create when write; you are God.'
Deep in lungs air is blocked; in my throat I have lump
'Go to hell, I'm nothing; I am no-one.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem