Divine Nausea

In temples, mosques, and churches high,
We claim to know the truth, the way,
While others’ faiths we vilify,
Forgetting we’re all made of clay.
Our holy wars and crusades dire,
Burn bridges that we should admire,
As heaven weeps and angels sigh.

Skin deep divisions we create,
Drawing lines in shifting sand,
Hate passed down, a toxic freight,
Poisoning heart, soul, and land.
We judge the cover, not the book,
With narrow minds and biased look,
While brotherhood we complicate.

If there’s a God above us all,
Watching as we fight and fall,
Surely He must turn away,
Sickened by the games we play.
His children killing in His name,
Each one thinking they’re to blame,
As love and kindness we betray.

Too much violence, too much pain,
In sacred texts we seek excuse,
To hurt and kill, again, again,
Our shared humanity abuse.
We twist the words to fit our needs,
Justify our hateful deeds,
And wonder why we’re so profane.

Race and creed, mere constructs vain,
Yet we let them rule our lives,
Building walls in heart and brain,
As human spirit vainly strives.
We’re more alike than different, true,
But blindly we this fact eschew,
As prejudice our sense deprives.

If God exists, what must He think,
Of creatures made in His image?
As we teeter on reason’s brink,
And wage war, page by bloody page.
Does He weep or turn away,
From the mess we make each day,
His disappointment our heritage?

Yet hope remains, a flickering light,
For those who choose to see past hate.
To recognize our shared plight,
And change before it’s far too late.
To embrace our common bond,
Of human heart and soul beyond,
And make a world that God won’t hate.