Bang On Soul Poem by Chenjerai Mhondera

Hope is suspicious
Flagging and spreading her wings like a dove,
That freedom shall be when dead.
The Eagles have queried shall men develop wings when they die?
The instinct of fear, make hope suspicious;
When vultures preach - souls have wings
To fly through space with angels.
It's one day, wander - led into whom no one knows;
That deep, dark tunnel - souls pending;
Some rejected pending Lord'sday;
The discrimination of the day, souls hungering from old fasts;
And with tags - Jew,Buddha, Traditionalist, Moslem, Shinto, Christian, Atheist;
Then Christ shall be a referee, Muhammed a linesman - Buddha and Shinto on standby
My urge to ask what's the f*** called religion, if it taught men to believe no in oneness, togetherness and Universe, a deity?