If God exists then he’s unmitigated wrath or silence
unseen, unheard, while fractured, twisted finitude
laments its bondage, or gives in to violence
amenable yet bellicose, quiet yet untrained: the tune, lewd
played by the pauper, piper – the poet, tiger both
a haunting shriek that seeks to slay, eviscerate skin and will
not listened to by a king, while we bleed; lips froth
what is ‘religion’, ‘science’ but a fundamentalist thrill?
you’ll get no answers from sects, doctrines, creeds or faith
which is why I’m no Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Buddhist or Sikh
then who are you man, prodding mystery? bones, wraith!
anomalous I am, not writhing in abyss, or on peaks
creating make-believe dreams, and since you ask, I ask, answer!
Now! Bullying & cyber hate? Abuse & rape?
Beheading & frays? War & terror? Shots & babes?
Chernobyl & Auschwitz? Disease & death? Disaster & blur?
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)