There’s no man without ancestors.
It only goes down to whether one
wants to worship them or not.
Because it seems an individual choice,
we can’t go on judging those who
aren’t doing praying like we pray.
And the answer to all of that is simple;
we’re men and not God.
And if we’re to act Godly,
we’re supposed to treat those
who are much weaker.
Or, have no supernatural powers
And the answer to this too is simple;
power corrupts because;
if it wasn’t due to men abusing
People will be free from harm today.
He wraps his face up with a
cloth to fight heat & sand up.
looks up & holds his stick up.
Birds & cargoes fly by but
the sky is barren.
No thick, dark clouds and
it looks unlikely to pour down.
The insects are having fun
encircling him and his beast.
It’s not just any other beast but,
a desert horse.
The animal can spend days without
having had drank a tot.
The wind is blowing and the merciless
sun chaps his skin.
It’s a pity he has no sun-screen,
even if he had, it’s before the evolution
of man and there are no drug-stores.
Being so, all he has to do now,
is to saddle up and hit the road
He tells me about how clued I’m not regarding ways
how I’m walking in the darkness of sin,
and how I’m the only soul who’s going
to burn in hell,
how I’m being influenced by unbelieving souls
who endlessly preach within train carriages
without any fruition.
How God and not the devil unleashes His anger
on us, unbelieving people of this world.
He mentions the misery of Job and how he
got back his wealth but,
forgets to mention how his wife nearly got him
Into trouble with God by telling him in his suffering
how unkind his Lord is.
He goes on and on but forgets to also mention how
Sodom & Gomorrah ceased to exist.
The verses and quotes are endless and though I’ve
no time to read the so-called Good Book,
I’m of God and read whenever time permits.
For the record;
I owe no man.