I Slapped God Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

I slapped Jesus
I slapped Auraham and Mosheh
I slapped Muhammad
I slapped Ganesha
I slapped Buddha

I slapped all of them on the back
To seek what we can do
For a world which totally lacks
A peaceful point of view

The mayhem is too much to take
Most hearts and souls are lost
So few live life for goodness sake
For many at a cost

In the circle of discussion
Strong voices rose and fell
Like the rhythm of percussions
They banged their fist like hell

The chief one in the center ring
Whose words their books derive
Heard all the songs their faithful sung
Since fishes learn to dive

This fount of everything who gives
Stood tall above them all
Commanding everyone who lives
To heed the distant call

'The power and the source of good
Is yours for all to hold
As sure as trees are made of wood
True words you have been told

For everything you call divine
Has evil to contend
Reality spurns life unkind
The spirits meet till then.'

I slapped them all on the back
And their world which one day will end.