No Prayer For You Poem by Chris Noir

Today I sing no song of praise,
Like I did in time before,
An utter shame that in those days,
What I know now, I did not know.

Today I will not kneel faced down,
With a prayer on my lips,
I will not cry nor will I bow,
With a cross so tightly gripped.

Yesterday I was but deceived,
I thought I was very thankful,
For all the good things that I receive,
Now I am just so regretful.

Today I read from other books,
One might find them not so holy,
But judging from the way it looks,
I feel much less melancholy.

I am not grateful, for those who drowned,
When waves knocked their houses to the ground,
I am not grateful for bombs and guns,
And smog that destroys my lungs.

I don't thank the god for death,
of a drunken paupers brat.
I don't hail lord Jesus for,
All young men who die in war.


Today I sing no songs of praise,
Like I did in times before,
Today reason guides my way,
Today myself I'm fighting for.