Angry God Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I forgot and I forgave you,
for breaking a temple,
for breaking a church,
and,
for breaking a mosque.
Fools!
Do you think I live in man made buildings?
I can't forget and I can't forgive you,
for collapsing a house on the boarders,
during an exchange of uncalled artillery firing,
I was there to watch my virtual image,
a newly born infant being breast fed by her mother.
Believe it or not you injured me,
the blood on the bed was my blood,
the fire did not burn only a mother and an infant,
it has burntme, too.
Now go to the places of worship for prayers
and come back empty handed.
I have closed my eye lids,
and,
I have closed my ears.
I have left you at the mercy of cruel probability.
Live and die as a lifeless matter,
Probability may or may not send the winds
that bursts the the dry ovary of a flower,
the seeds in the dry ovary may or may not scatter,
the clouds may or may not rise for the rain falls,
even if a seed germinates,
and a plant smiling peeps out through the vagina of the earth,
no guarantee,
it may or may not grow in a plant of flowers,
may be a shell hits it and all is over.
Now I leave it for you,
you may or may not make a paradise on the earth,
I never made a Hell on the earth,
it's you the worthless man in this endless universe,
I am afraid Ah!
You will yourself make a Hell for you!
Being a mother
I can't impose severe punishments on my children.
I leave the disobedient ones to live and die
without my love,
without my care,
and,
without my favours.