'' Was God Ever Alive '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've been sentenced to death,
My views they deny,
As I take my last breath,
I am forced to ask why.

All these prophets and gods,
Who spill blood in pools,
Is my fate not at odds?
With their biblical rules.

Thou shalt not kill,
That's what they say,
Yet none have the will,
To appear here today.

Free will and choice,
They say is all mine,
Yet I can't use my voice,
It's not classed as divine.

We must take his life,
The fanatics all screamed,
He's caused our god strife,
The heathen's blasphemed.

Who made the complaint,
Has the prophet arrived?
Whose name did I taint,
Is this verdict contrived.

I ask for the chance,
Where are my human rights?
I will make a stance,
I want god in my sights.

To prove I've did wrong,
I demand he appears,
Though I am strong,
He has left me in tears.

It was not my intention,
To blaspheme or defame,
But it merits a mention,
That he never came.

Knowing that's the case,
The fanatics still thrive,
The facts they won't face,

‘' Was God Ever Alive ‘'