Religion Poem by Tiya Sen

Religion is the biggest divide,
It's scars are impossible to hide.
Wars declared, lives disfigured and children orphaned,
Judgement day can only provide proof that no one gained.
Power doesn't change that we end up in dust,
so why is exercising such brutality a must?
Does propagating hate fulfil someone's appetite?
Or is it plainly an egotistic way of displaying one's might?
Doesn't the world they leave behind as legacy bother them?
Doesn't the pain they inflict inject an iota of shame?
This world will never be a bed of roses,
the least we can do is avoid the dangers our action poses.