Today I met an atheist
Who’s mad with this ‘God-who-doesn’t-exist’.
He hates religion and blames it for
The origin of every war.
I see his point,
Taken from history.
But his anger is, to me, a mystery.
While I admire his strong conviction
I find his ire a contradiction.
Who is it he’s angry at?
Anger, scorn and clear derision
For those who don’t share our decision?
Is that the way we want to go?
Or doesn’t it show
We dance with being a fanatic
With views as fixed and, frankly, static
As any other religious nut?
No mind should be so firmly shut.
Humanity, sadly, needs no source
outside itself for hate and wars.
Faith and hope are still the best
chance for futures brighter blessed.
Find hope and faith in humankind,
On this, we two are of one mind.
It’s true, on God, we won’t agree;
Though we are bound, our thoughts are free.
You look for faith in your own way
And I in mine;
And that’s OK.
Anger has no place, I find,
In trying to make human kind.