Two Poems I Wrote About Atheism
I called out in vain,
God wasn't there.
"Take away the pain!"
No sign of him anywhere.
Surely if God was so benevolent and kind,
Evil would not be rampant throughout mankind.
The God of the Jews, so evil and crass,
Can't be the North of man's moral comp-ass.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, he may have been,
But not to follow him, can't possibly lead to eternal sin.
God you have shown, of yourself, no proof,
God you have made, of yourself, a spoof.
What could ever be worse than a supreme dictatorship,
Where the tyrant knows when and how you think, sleep, eat and shit?
Do you think there is an action among man,
That an atheist can't do what a clergy man can?
Yet the converse is much too easily shown,
Pious destruction is all too well known.
If you speak to God, then you are worthy of praise,
If God speaks to you, then you live in a daze.
I have only one father, no Ghost, and maybe a son,
But I know for sure, that when you're done, you're done.
When your telomeres are done no angelic hosts will proclaim,
Of any rebirth ever again.
It may seem sad, this I know,
But think of how you will come back so...
You may not go to heaven, limbo or hell,
But you will become a part of our natural spell!
Your atoms and their partical parts,
Will join the cycle of this world's own art.
To my pious friends I have only one cry,
Believe in no Heaven, and there's no limit past the sky!
If you gaze up at the newborn sky,
Only one thought can catch the eye:
For surely it cannot be
That out beyond the floating sea,
A constrict of some pearly gates
Block the mind and the heart abates.
What is about the vast beyond
Is that a maker with his stalwart hand
Took to making, with eyes so fond
The air, the water, and the far-out land.
To this (and the pious) I must then ask
From whence did this amazing task
And by extensions the Maker, He,
Come from? I confess I cannot see.
Need not see, to this you say
Need not think, or hope or pray.
For his loving hand has decided
By what his creatures have abided.
If there is such a maker then,
Of man, bacteria, the tree and hen
Why to such a fallacious band
Does he guide his ever-guiding hand?
“He loves us all”; then why die we?
“He loves us all”; then why lie we?
A chorus of piety shouts repent,
Do no bad first, so no need for a Lent.
It is said that from original sin
We all came from and all are kin.
Why a God so loving can’t
Learn to forgive and permit recant?
To my questions, as you will now know,
Answers have begun to show.
From the fear of death and the lightning rod,
Alas, we’ve learned, there is no God.
My clerical brothers would sooner die,
Than learn about what they abhor.
Friend, know the truth, and now look at the sky,
And maybe you’ll see a little more.