Bad Habits Poem by Chan Mongol

Bad Habits

BAD HABITS
By: Chan Mongol
October 17 of 2024


More victims pray;
More God runs away!

No divine intervention,
God never helped anyone!

Few things transpire coincidentally;
Or naturally, universally!

Most things happen by manpower physically;
For the short life, winners win shortly intelligently!

God is used by us for building the power;
Actually, God was never the life saver!

We try to save us as much as we can;
But death angel gets us finally then!

Suddenly, coincidentally mracle occurs;
But not all miracles are wishes of prayers!

There are mythical stories to lobby;
Telling stories are story tellers hobby!

Men are slaves of habits
By means of habits, men earn credits!

Thy shall kill, thy shall steal, landgrabbing of stone age;
Bad habits must be given up according to a Sage!

Thursday, October 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: october
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