The Power Outer Of Our Poem by Chan Mongol

For sure, the power, outer of our;
Fearful minds with fruitless prayer!

We do anything for protection here;
But for that power, does it a matter?

Different maneuver in different culture;
In different language, different prayer!

May work only medicine or herbal;
Unseen power remains silent unreal!

Fearful minds are with the action,
Survivors get mental satisfaction!

Not only humans, all creatures too;
All living bodies come and then go!

In too many ways, people picture;
To do business with mystery, fear!

Threats, mind games, fantasy were done;
But undiscovered universe does own run!

Theists, atheists are in useless game;
Without any privilege, all are same!

Many are in paws of governing crooks;
Only humans are caught in their hooks!

It doesn't matter how hard what we try;
Past, present, future creatures must die!