For a God unseen
We sacrifice
Those who need ours
We leave them
To mercy of God
Indoctrained from childhood
We offer prayers
And fill the coffers
Of those
Whose business is
The soul of mortals
Who amongst us
Has seen afterlife
For a heaven peddled
We mortgage our present
And create hell
On earth
While the custodians
Of morality
Turn a blind eye
As the powerfuls
Bend the rules
They have sold
Their souls
And tangoed with
The devil
Offering balms
To our tortured souls
If politics makes
Strange bedfellows
Religion is not
Far behind
Fleeting Muse 
Pranabaxon, you are a fantastic poet. Our worldviews are vastly different but I appreciate your talent and thank you for visiting me often.
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We may have more in common then it shows. As long as we can have a civil discourse, we can enjoy the fruits of our friendship. What more one can ask of life.
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