I have seen the wildest of dreams,
I have seen,
What marks the cycle of Genesis, etchings
Of our forefathers, their footprints gleaming
In the sands of time.
I have seen temples, mosques and churches
I have seen them full, thronged with believers
Who would worship these idols of stone, or
Probably some material drawn from the earth
I look at these, these lifeless beings, adored
By one so many, and shake my head and
Laugh at their folly.
Perhaps it’s their belief that breaks my laugh,
It’s that faith, that mocks my mockery, and
Disturbs me, sending me on a vexed path,
Who do you believe in? I ask myself,
When life seems to tread a-weary, and the
Way ahead be full of thorns, whom do you
Go to? To whom do you pray? Who gives you
The assurance that the end will be bright?
They are laughing at me.
I’m sorry, my Lord, but I don’t see you
Neither do I hear, smell or feel you, I know
You’re out there somewhere, probably laughing
At all of us, me , for my foolish thoughts
And the others who have made you into an idol
Or probably another human being, or themselves
Your image, and you the King of Heaven,
But you know the truth.
You know our deepest, darkest secrets, you made
Us, didn’t you? Haha, you remain silent, invisible
For you know, that the human nature is such,
That thinks of everything else, passes judgement
On every other life, apart from itself, for it is
In us, that we have to look, to seek answers
That we seem not to have.
I hear you laughing.