I Will Not Be Your Convert Poem by Francis Duggan

If you feel you are god's disciple well that suits me fine
Since what happens to my soul that worry is mine
And for your own salvation i feel you should pray
Just leave me to Nature i will be okay.

You tell me of heaven and you tell me of hell
But with a cynic like me such stuff does not go well
You go ahead pray to your God in the sky
The one who ignore the suffering when for mercy they cry.

You go and help someone in spiritual strife
Perhaps they could do with your God in their life
To a happier existence you might point them the way
What suits one does not suit another some are known to say.

You tell me your God is forgiving and great
Yet against those who believe different you discriminate
Your God must not feel happy with everything that you say
For those who pray to other Gods scant respect you pay.

You will not find one more cynical or arrogant than i
And I will not be your convert to you i won't lie
I live my own way and i do my own thing
And the praises of invisible Gods i never do sing.