Saturday, 13 August 2011


By The Jungle Poet

''Does God exist?''
I asked myself.
Where every palm
is filled of bloods?
And every tongue
enforces tears?
Darkness and light
Are all covered
with mourning here
and everywhere...

Does God exist?
I doubt he does -
The hereafter
is just a tale...
He gives a doubt
for punishment:
He never cease
to freeze a bit
on those that cane
without reason;
The rotten hearts
are kings on earth;
the cobra tongues
rejoice around -
They never feel
a bit of cry
and never taste
a bitter soup
and yet we say
that God exists...

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