The Alien Faiths Poem by Timothy Faboade

It tears and divides us apart,
Along several parallel lines,
Branded with Love, it starts
And from the dark, shines.

Said to be from Almighty God,
We widely open our large doors,
Welcoming the alien with a nod,
It preaches Grace under Laws.

We, taught, submerged our name,
We claim absence of our Father
To adopt the stinky Holy Father
Who takes sacrilege for a fine fame.

Unto another my brothers pray
As a duty Five Times a day,
Conceding to the Five Pillars,
And the Taker of no rivals.

Each sprang from the torn Arab,
Difficult to be tested in any lab,
Under force and threat of Hell,
We bow as we hear the Bell.

We are being fed with bitter breads
By the hidden hands in White,
All the costs lie on our heads
We never forsee the dark light.

We receive new cry-like tongues
As we bury in the space our songs,
This we exchange for the Faiths
Not suspicious of the bestial baits.

For the ages past we our stories
Cherished unlike their Gods,
They said, loathe the stories
And our ever-caring, loyal Gods.

Now two choices before us are
Each projecting the vague Heaven,
There above, very, very far,
Better, they say, than our father's Haven.

Like a leaf on the sea we float,
Rowing on a tempted boat
Like the Turks we slowly sink
In-between the heavenly links.

We stumble, rumble for a choice,
Envying and eyeing the alternative
Because there's none not evasive,
So, the two and we become toys.

In the unity, we ambush one
Brotherly and godly another,
Yet in the heavenly asunder,
Each holds to have wily won.

Guns, daggers, mouths and Books
Form the brutish lethal hooks
Used to catch like fish our brothers
Yet in love we hate them further.

Ah! The tear brings a lake of tears
In the Peace brought there's fears
Ah! Behold the Holy and Saint flaws!
In the Grace brought there's laws.

Difference and barriers absence
Then before the cunning coming
Are felt when our fallen fence
And after, they're busy strutting.