I am not one to dispute the will of God ,
divine will becomes our lot ,
but I question the logic of some .
Foolish is the soul who enters the place ,
who announces his innermost desires ,
swears a gift in return ,
should they be fulfilled ,
by divine consent ,
upon his earthly cares ,
mortal souls have none to offer better ,
than the rewards of paradise ,
what are our trappings to heaven ,
when it is God who grants ?
It is not worship or invocation ,
it is a wager posed by hubris ,
displace pomposity and affectation ,
come in a penitent pose ,
humility warrants attention ,
or else snuff the lamp ,
take the oil elsewhere .
I am not one to dispute the will of God ,
divine will becomes our lot ,
but I question the right of tyrants .
Charred cities after their sacking ,
the cries of dependent humanity ,
sent to feed searing flames ,
the weak , meek and lame ,
no daylight dawns again ,
a winding trail of chains and clubs ,
the gathered wounded ; conquered ,
these tyrants do not govern ,
they seize and consume their fill ,
then hunger rumbles again ,
they repeat their atrocities ,
till the Fates pluck them .
For each tyrant reaped ,
by droves victims precede them ,
their number exceed sacrificial offerings ,
made to appease wrathful spirits ,
or custom of ceremony ,
of a deity worshipped .