"oh my god," i say in vain,
while others whisper it in prayer,
reacting to such senseless pain
unleashed on those no longer there.
and still, these names, they roll with ease
off tongues of those who'd do them ill;
of those who'd rise from on their knees
and, citing god, who'd stand and kill.
i do not know what i believe -
no book or hymn's been written yet
to paint a god i might perceive
as worth the wasted life we get.
and those who injure, wound and maim
have critically misunderstood
the use of a religious name
more powerfully used for good.
i wonder what our world might find,
with "god" and "good" one round apart,
with rage and rampage purged from mind,
with hatred healed from every heart.
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