This Verse Is Free Poem by Ravi Kopra

This verse is free
you pay no money
but beware
you get what you pay

you will get God free
the old old commodity
tons and tons of it
bundled up in mounds

wrapped in wrappers
made in Bethelham
Ram's janam bhumi
Kurukshetra, Medina

all holy, all pure
kind, merciful, benevolent, tolerant
life giver, life taker, soul soother
washes your brains pure and clean

and you become whatever you want
a terrorist, a jihadi, a bomb maker
a missile launcher, a butcher, a killer
a mullah, a preacher, a priest

you go see your father, you get nirvana
you neck is cut off with butchers' knives
you are killed by bullets, blown by bombs
your wife and daughter raped in daylight

such is the power of God
miracles, wonders of God
all free, as free is my verse
you pay no dollar, no dinar, no rupee.