The Atheist

In front of this altar,
we beg for our grounds.
We keep peace at bay,
'cause god's there for us (?)

Then why are all these people hurt?
Why do people die?
Why are some born beautiful?
and the others redeemed for null?

Why are people born rich
and poor with extreme ends?
Why do we waste food 
when people do starve themselves?

I hope God can see me,
hear my voice through the church,
I wish he would know that
people down here are hurt.

Why do we all have to look up for rain,
When all the sky has done is to drain
our essence, our spirits, our energy
yet faith seems in place.

God I wanted to ask you,
Why do people kill some off?
Why do you make them kill themselves?
Why weren't you there at all?

Why let people choose the hard path?
Euthanasia? Why give the choice?
When you can take them or leave them
freely as you want?

God, maybe it's wrong to question you,
but I do really wonder if you are
a real existence in the world
or a pathetic excuse for who we are.

I wish I could trust you,
believe you, have faith.
But still, I'm an atheist
amnesty, I'm sure I won't get.

God, my name is Malsha
I live by the big blue sea.
If you ever want to get at me
You know the way! so feel free.


Malsha Walgamage©
 19 March 2010