Dec 2024
A bus passed by,
A train departed.
So many people board, so many get off,
And I stand watching—
How many are alone in this crowd?
How many are not, even in an empty room?
What a difference it makes,
Being alone and being lonely.
People devoid of emotions,
People overflowing with them.
I watch, as a caravan passes by,
And I see the sufferings.
What is that God doing?
Drifting between thoughts,
Like the smoke of the cigarette I light.
What is this world we live in?
Where the father of a daughter is accused—
What did that soul do?
Where the girl who didn’t know how to walk
Is now carried on four shoulders.
How is this the world a god made?
An all-loving God?
I beg to differ. He is no god.
He is no more.
He died of shame for the deeds
His creations committed.
The old said, there is no evil mother.
Ask this to the boy
Who lost his will because of her.
They said the father protects his child.
But what of the daughter
Who needs protection from her father?
What will be?
When will it all end?
To whom it may concern:
The world is now a husk,
Burning with the hatred of people,
Their will its fuel.
To whom it may concern:
Ask that God of yours
What was the daughter’s fault?
What was the son’s mistake?
I despise that God.
I despise those who say,
“He will make everything right.”
I ask you—
Why didn’t you?
You had the power to correct.
You had what it took.
But you lacked the will.
Oh, a will to do what was right.
Maybe one step forward
Could have saved the world.
Who knows?
So I say this, in the end:
“To whom it may concern,
Your God is a shadow,
Hiding from the shame of His design.
Your world is a stage,
Where suffering plays the lead,
And love is a fleeting understudy.
And you—believers of that absent God,
You pray for salvation
From a silence that answers nothing.
Your faith builds monuments,
But they crumble under the weight of truth.
Your morals are a mask,
Hiding the rot beneath.
So, **** your God,
**** your hollow prayers,
And **** the world He abandoned.
For I see no salvation here—
Only the ashes of what could have been.”
A train departed.
So many people board, so many get off,
And I stand watching—
How many are alone in this crowd?
How many are not, even in an empty room?
What a difference it makes,
Being alone and being lonely.
People devoid of emotions,
People overflowing with them.
I watch, as a caravan passes by,
And I see the sufferings.
What is that God doing?
Drifting between thoughts,
Like the smoke of the cigarette I light.
What is this world we live in?
Where the father of a daughter is accused—
What did that soul do?
Where the girl who didn’t know how to walk
Is now carried on four shoulders.
How is this the world a god made?
An all-loving God?
I beg to differ. He is no god.
He is no more.
He died of shame for the deeds
His creations committed.
The old said, there is no evil mother.
Ask this to the boy
Who lost his will because of her.
They said the father protects his child.
But what of the daughter
Who needs protection from her father?
What will be?
When will it all end?
To whom it may concern:
The world is now a husk,
Burning with the hatred of people,
Their will its fuel.
To whom it may concern:
Ask that God of yours
What was the daughter’s fault?
What was the son’s mistake?
I despise that God.
I despise those who say,
“He will make everything right.”
I ask you—
Why didn’t you?
You had the power to correct.
You had what it took.
But you lacked the will.
Oh, a will to do what was right.
Maybe one step forward
Could have saved the world.
Who knows?
So I say this, in the end:
“To whom it may concern,
Your God is a shadow,
Hiding from the shame of His design.
Your world is a stage,
Where suffering plays the lead,
And love is a fleeting understudy.
And you—believers of that absent God,
You pray for salvation
From a silence that answers nothing.
Your faith builds monuments,
But they crumble under the weight of truth.
Your morals are a mask,
Hiding the rot beneath.
So, **** your God,
**** your hollow prayers,
And **** the world He abandoned.
For I see no salvation here—
Only the ashes of what could have been.”
