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Mar 2014
I met a guy named Adam,
said he was sick of being Jewish,
his parents flaunting all their wealth
& Peter wished he hadn’t been *******
by some of  his brethren Christian fellows,
took him for everything he was worth.

Oh and Aashif told me he was tired
of playing pious Muslim, listening to all
those car bomb exploding on his city streets,
& Neelkamal wondered about Para Brahman,
why some of his kinsmen
treated the women
like cheap ******.

So even if I have
to go underground
like Salmon Rushdie did,
I think I’ll keep my own religion,
thank the sun & the moon
& count my lucky stars
here on sacred-Earth
in blessed hiding.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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