All in the Name

Dogbert

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God... And so started the Bible
In the beginning was me, yes the same old me, the unique and individual me... And so started my life
Until I read about you and your word

God created man only to find the creation better than the creator
Scared of becoming the under dog... he created a distraction for the creation
Scared of becoming the under dog... he created woman

For even... a god is somewhere human else how would he have created one
And now He fears will he become He?
Fear resides in equally in both, man & god

God must be a man too... that is if he made man
For before making the robot... man is making one of himself too
And so he writes the perfect conclusion to His perfect creation

Freedom of speech, thought, religion and movement...
Only controlled by the media, messiahs and borders drawn of blood
Hinduism, Islam, Christianity or Judaism... Yes, I must follow one of these too

Everything happens by a technique... a way... a methodology
Must I learn how to talk, walk, pray, feel, think, love, sleep, relax and react
And refer to 'How to win friends and influence people' before communicating too Ooohhh... demons! I just forgot how to breathe...

The Ganges flows in the north and Krishna in the south
The wind blows, the sun shines and the fire burns
All but me... all but me... are what they are... all but me!......

Satan… O Satan... yes you the dark & evil one
Where are you? Where have you gone?
I need you... I seek you... yes I call upon you O Anti Christ

My God finds it unworthy to come down to my humble home
Poverty, war, corruption, deceit, terrorism, musharraf and hypocrisy, only but too small for Him
The great Lord Him follows only but you, O evil one

Jesus.... O Jesus, you Christ... Gautama, yes you the Buddha
You great men who died as just another one... One bleed to death and the other of hunger...
Proclaimed Gods by the same fools for whom you died to show man is the God you seek...

What worth was your death.....? What became of your enlightenment?
Sitting up in the heavens... you great men live laughing at the fools
Fools of ignorance forming crowds of anger, power, lust and moral

Crowds of anger, power, lust and moral controlled by only blind faith in You... razed Babri of its roots
A faceless and blind crowd… went around freeing souls from bodies at will only to feel proud
Torching buses, cars, trains, shops and houses at will... only to blame the government later for that ill
Faceless crowds destroying and blaming a government... a government, for that crowd... by that crowd… and of that crowd

God... god.. god... where are you? Why can’t I see you or touch you... And must I only but feel you in my head and heart...
Must we talk in words written onlyin Latin and Greek…! Must we meet only on Sundays and that too at your place?
Why God... my dear God... where are you?