The Life Of God Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The life God has lasted too long,
thus he is the only danger to his life
because he has conquered every male with his fists,

he causes every man to bow
and beg for his mercy in tears and in severe fright,

he continues to demand that reverend worship
from the people of living tissue, when he no greater
than the dust of an old skeleton from the ancient past.

God is a dead gangster whose war cry should not be
permitted to saturate and persist into our progeny.

Racism has brought sweeter thoughts into my mind
and a good feeling to this physical figure of mine -
I'm alive among ambulant people with a black paint on my skin.
I was painted perfectly in scientific black.
This art piece shall be preserved with jealousy
until the advent of the universal evolution.
Mine should worth ahead of their preserved best with an escalating priceless worth.

Once I met God in the flesh and I wrote a transcript of his lecture -
and his emotions were eccentric beyond a smile,
all his servants said he was a cruel king because of his righteous temper.
The words he assembled sounded brutal and vengeful inspired.