A little boy without a father tries to find him in the streets,
a man without religion becomes ‘just another clique’,
trying to find something that was never there,
a sense of peace in a world in which no one seems to care.

Why?

Why does no one care?

In desperation, he tries to muster up ‘God’ out of thin air,
trying then failing,
travesty prevailing,
when it’s all just futile.

When we’re born,
we exist for a short while,
then we die,
it still (and forever will) blow my mind
that there aren’t more of us out here asking…

‘Why?’

Looking up at the sky
preaching,
“genius, darlings,
credit where credits due,
for having convinced the world that ‘repentance is awaiting you’.”

‘Pray hard enough and we will save you.’

Getting down on our hands and knees we pray for salvation
from the source of oppression,
asking God to save us
when it is ‘God’ who we need saving from…

The ultimate source of oppression:
religion,
whereby, in its promise of showing us the ‘light’,
it keeps us trapped in the darkness of the night
questioning what is real?’

What is real?

Alas, there’s a certain charm in the absurd,
‘put up or shut up’,
I like the little we know which is oh…
so…
much.

(If only we stop long enough to work it all out for ourselves)…

To work out that we don’t need ‘God’,
to work out that the answers lie within,
to work out that they can condemn us to the darkness,
but they can never stop the light from getting in…

And, once it’s in?

The realisation hits…

The only thing that darkness cannot co-exist with is the light.

The realisation that they were right in that…

We don’t need ‘God’,
the answers lie within,
they can condemn us to the darkness,
but they can never stop the light from getting in.

And amen 
to that.