Ode To Atheists Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

I
For you have no book to quote
You rely on your life your wrote
Yet often your path is lost
So you turn to no one to rest
Unsure of what is best
II
What brought you down this road?
This road of no creed
This road of slow return
Death does not stop for you
It comes and burns
You roast in your urn
Poor lost soul
III
Maybe we are all mistaken and
You sing the right song
And we the wrong
IV
You existence with out meaning
Not knowing your calling
But, then none of us do
This path that you’ve taken
Is not the middle way
But somewhere in between right and center
V
You claimed my brother
How dare you!
Give him back!
For his soul cannot be lost
And off track
VI
Dare you peek inside
Universal knowledge
You would be lost
And humbuffled