Religion; The Belief In Something Poem by Emery Okwakpam

When night falls and dawn ensues
Thoughts come and go; opportunity misuse
Little leaves me wondering
The chronology of deeds and hopes unabashed

Man is built for total comfort,
Be it mundane or that beyond comprehension,
It’s design is for one specific purpose,
For days which one seeks the intangible.

We mustn’t dash that which we self-created,
It is, after all, for one’s own betterment
Whether Prophet based or whatever
What matters are the virtues; norms for peaceful coexistence

I’ve tried not to be biased
For one reason, all minds weren’t created alike
Knowledge being like opium
Intoxication borne by degree of censorship

I leave it to you now,
Only by conscience are the best forms built
Be it of a higher or of a lower being
Only in the heart is the truth be known

So let your belief be seen
Not cascaded by hazy merry
Fleeting though, that however
Reflect virtue always, and shield every other.

The end.