A poem: Worthy of the Gene

~A Poem~
WORTHY OF THE GENE

You cannot drive my faith

In whatever way you will.

It’s stuff that springs from within;

You cannot hold it still.

I might as well be an atheist

As be remembered for good.

You can boast of being a believer

Yet deny the hungry food.

You can show off some piety

Yet house a heart of stones.

I can outright reject the Almighty

And spew goodness from my bones.

Removing from logic’s sky

Every threatening, ignorant cloud;

One can do what’s morally right

And make the heavens proud.

A cunning few take advantage

Of our acute fear of the uncertain.

Across the face of rationality

They draw blind faith’s curtain.

Thus enslaved, free thought longs

To sieve what’s false from truth.

Meanwhile, to dodge gods’ wrath,

Man decimates without ruth.

Corpses pile, one over another—

None really knowing why they died.

Conscience regrets having ever existed

And quietly weeps inside.

Ergo, do not be brainwashed—

No faith can own your soul.

No religion can dictate your freedom.

No one can set your goal.

Do not be a hypocrite—

Singing hymns is not enough.

You can never please the god you trust

If his creation you cannot love.

To prove your love for a supreme being,

To convince that you are clean—

You must first prove yourself

Worthy of the human gene.