Man created me centuries ago,
to distinguish good from bad, from high to low,
to maintain peace and harmony,
for the very well being of human race,
and to teach everyone the art of living,
i was necessary as was oxygen for surviving.
Generations have been discriminated, exploited and ill treated in my name,
those born under a bar deserved to be cremated or needed me to tame,
they used me for selfish reasons and begun a dirty game,
humanity was never a concern for them, soon began an age of inhumanity, ignorance and pain,
with me as the source of excuses so lame.
Lives were destroyed, people decoyed and nothing was ever rectified,
i had become the reason for the suffering of my creator in numerous ways,
people killed, economies bombed, they were creating a better world in their sadistic ways.
Bloodshed all around me, cursed is the day they found me,
it tears my heart to see people homeless, hopeless and lifeless,
children robbed of their childhood....their innocence,
women robbed of their dignity, lost is humanity, unhappy is the divinity.
My creator has misused me time and again,
he lives only for his gain,
faith of the tortured, the suffered is something i will never regain.
Suffocated is how i feel, maybe my existence isn't real,
i would still continue to harm through man's zeal.
Not all agree or follow me, corruption is what they don't allow me,
nonbelievers failing to comprehend my true essence,
finding bliss in ignorance,
never do i blame them as i am the one with blood on thy hands.
Man has left me without an option,
unhappy i am about my creation,
how greedy and sleazy of him to name me 'religion',
how cruel and crazy of him to use me as 'poison'.
rinki nandy
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