'' You Are Still Filled With Hate '' Poem by Bri Mar

A Sikh a Muslim an Anglian and a Jew,
A Catholic a Buddhist and a Hindu,
Were told to form an orderly queue,
As they waited at Heaven's gate.

Saint Peter told them they'd all be seen,
No bad language or anything obscene,
Each other's beliefs you must not demean,
Lest on thin ice you will skate.

They looked at each other in silent grief,
Now we are dead will we find relief,
What happened next was beyond belief,
As they set the record straight.

My God is real the Muslim then said,
The Jew replied, are you off your head,
As off their hatred the Anglian fed,
Their fighting he chose to berate.

Suddenly the Sikh claimed, My God is the one,
The Catholic said you are having fun,
Face the facts when all's said and done,
The record must be put straight,

The Hindu immediately intervened,
The Buddhist said I will not be demeaned,
Which of their souls will be redeemed?
Saint Peter entered the debate.

Your noses I will have to put out of joint,
Just like on Earth you all miss the point,
Only the one you call God can anoint,
That's why Heaven is great.

So the judgement today I will no longer stall,
Your behaviour today really does appal,
In this sacred place you continue to brawl,
Hell I'm afraid is your fate.

You've fought and destroyed and what you'll find odd,
Genocide my friends is the act of a fraud,
The simple truth is, there's only one God,
Even in death,

‘' You Are Still Filled With Hate.