God Among Us - Poem by Ravi Kopra
There are no gods, but Allah
The only one Supreme
Like the supreme mullah of all mullahs
And no mullahs greater than him
Who, if someone displease him
Will declare it a blasphemy
And in an instant will issue a fatwa
For one hundred twenty leather straps lashes first
And then a noose around his neck to be hanged in the city square
Mullahs' God, Allah is the only true God in the world
All other gods are fake and false like US Fox news
Believers crave for wine, music, and all virgins in the world
They cannot get on earth, will do anything to be in heaven to get them.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
BY C. DALE YOUNG
One of them grants you the ability
to forecast the future; another wrenches
your tongue from your mouth, changes you
into a bird precisely because you have been
given this gift. The gods are generous
in this way. I learned to avoid danger, avoid fear,
avoid excitement, these the very triggers that prompt
my wings from their resting place deep inside.
And so, I avoided fights, avoided everything really.
In the locker room, I avoided other boys,
all the while intently studying that space
between their shoulder blades, patiently looking
for the tell-tale signs, looking to find even
one other boy like me, the wings buried but
there nonetheless. I studied them from a distance.
When people challenge a god, the gods curse them
with the label of madness. It is all very convenient.
And meanwhile, a god took the form of a swan
and raped a girl by the school gates. Another
took the shape of an eagle to abduct a boy
from the football field. Mad world.
And what about our teachers? Our teachers
expected us to sit and listen. In Theology, there was
a demon inside each of us; in History,
the demons among us. So many demons
in this world. Who among us could have spoken up
against the gods, the gods who continued living
among us? They granted wishes and punishments
much the way they always had. Very few noticed them
casually taking the shape of one thing or another.
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