Bhakti Path (Memory Of God)

if you think the wind
comes from nowhere
with no reason...
you are a fool!

your scriptures
are the ashes
of a fire long dead!

the bodies of those
you have killed
by your choices...
a sacrifice to your god!

you cannot deny
the blood on your hands,
the soot on your faces...
cannot muffle the cry

of babies unwanted!
holiness, pus,
semen, and sweat...
the hands on the shovel

that digs the shallow graves!
the wind prophesies,
with the memory of God!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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