'' Do You Drive A Rolls Royce '' Poem by Bri Mar

My Lord I repent,
For doing you wrong,
You say Heaven sent.
Is where we belong.

Your biblical tales,
I've refused to believe,
They were written by males,
Who live to deceive.

They dictate your rules,
Saying we must follow,
Treating us as fools,
By promises so hollow.

Though your miracles abound,
There's no actual proof,
Where can they be found,
Methinks they're a spoof.

While in splendour you live,
We struggle to get by,
While you take, we give,
That you cannot deny.

Why do you need dough?
Also, known as bread,
Surely after we go,
We are termed as dead.

Your reps here on Earth,
Keep asking for more,
In the place where you berth,
Is it kept in a store?

I know I've refused,
To take up your offers,
Though I do stand accused,
I will not fill your coffers.

You say Heaven or Hell,
Is free will and choice,
Please can you tell,

‘' Do You Drive A Rolls Royce ‘'