We are reassured by finding a soul That will understand us In our innate silence That's God taking us for a fool When, you can't speak You're either stillborn Or you should speak when spoken to Although, medically pronounced dead We are untouchable according to our bodies So, where's our soul? In the land of science, where a simple miracle has been given a convenient definition Without observation, do these church-goers take us fools Without dedication, this systemic religion has got us by the mass hysteria of reality Religion is probably levity If you haven't given up enough for talent If you have given up enough for more opportunities Then, you may have all your pies lying on the diamond sky Counting stars, and pre-existent factors have a couple of things in common They are uncountable like the riches of the deified land You're born on this earth, to die for your country But, that is just a mammon of emotional appeal Wrought pathos and alacrity