We drown his prayer 
With our own, just louder
Five times each day.
My Gods must be happy
It just required another 
For us to invoke Him
In competitive reverence

We dug deep to find Him
Buried in Earth’s belly
Rather than in our heart’s chambers
My Gods must be happy
At his continued relevance
And smart deception.
Through omnipresence.

We unearth idols and set free Gods
Puff our chests and inflate our delusions
Postponing our own liberation from ignorance
My Gods must be happy
As celebrities, making news
While penury and pain keep us chained, and
Drive us to Him again.

We slit the throat that took a different God’s name
We splayed open a belly that held the unmentionable
We remained captives despite our sacred savagery
My Gods must be happy
Fathoming the depths of malfunction
The ease of manipulation
Of His creation

We offer fear through violence
We seek acceptance with intimidation
We profess love with division
My Gods must be happy
These emerging rules of co-existence
Raw unapologetic dominance 
New and more ghettos, and no pretence.

We offer prayer but no piety
We defend our religion but forsake our humanity
We reclaim our temples but barter away peace
My Gods must be happy
His Ahimsa card returned with hateful bullets
False Gods preside over worship
No more charades of universal kinship. 


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