In true remembrance, unsullied by creed.

Effect and consequences play their part
regardless of the perpetrators' role.
Their own departure dislocates their heart.
Perhaps their mind's mistaken for their soul?

A million atoms separated then
in one misguided act of gormless god
No deity did this, but mortal men.
No deity would need to be so awed.

Revered and worshipped by a clever ruse
of quaint select translations from the past.
The role of most religions? To confuse.
Prolong their selfish doctrines to the last.

No matter that they cannot justify
a faith that deems one innocent must die.

poem by Hola Mentirosa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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