Poem Saturday: My Religion, My Oblivion

Serve me no plate on the stage of religion!
Cage further not my fate and oblivion.

I concur! There is God!
His hands cut through globe like sword.

But, i won't move to Muslim messed-sages,
Nor dance or be chanced with their christened
chained crosses that shades their rigors,
in numerous figures.

My good God needs not to be seen,
but his smart eyes see our sins.
Eledumare got no child,
only Karma that catches like plight!

Add your rights!
what is left?
Leave my God's fights!
He knows best!...

POET: Alberto Okuti
I.G: Alberto Okuti