Does Not Exist Poem by Randy McClave

Because you say that he does not exist
Doesn't ever make that so,
People will still slit their wrist
Even when believing there is no place to go.

Hate does not ever quieten or stop
When someone closes their window or their front door,
Bullets will fire and bombs will still drop
And there will always be rumors of a war.

For Christmas a child might pray for a toy
But, that toy might not ever arrive,
Then friends tells them that Christmas is just a business ploy
Then that child believes that God is not real or alive.

Children and the elderly will always get sick
With diseases many of them will die or never heal,
Religion they scream is only a trick
As people will still hate and kill.

After a time a soul might start resisting
And then they might not want to ever perceive,
But, God does not ever stop existing
Just because you or I do not believe.

Randy L. McClave