I despise the idea of a protector loving God,
I recognise mother nature as the sole living God,
Why else would the invisible man stay veiled?
I see the troubles rising in the world,
I observe people fighting for their religion,
What sort of Almighty wants sacrifice?
I see the weak & hungry children,
I can only feel sorry for each one of them,
What kind of Father will ignore them?
HP Poem #1207
©Atul Kaushal