Chosen? Poem by Rebecca Pepper

Love they say
The meaning of life
Nothing more or less
Than yesterday's strife
Yet still they shelter
A heart so cold
That once it's touched
The soul is sold
They care not for pariahs
Nor pray for the victim
Waiting for the messiah
That leads by the blade
Yet still they say
In uncertainty and pride
Celestial is their way
And this world must abide
So I ask but this
If that is true
What makes you so sure?
That your ‘god' has chosen you?