This Will Offend

The prejudice lurks, a gestating beast,
hate masquerading as faith, intolerance as belief,
while, righteous tongues mouth prayers,
beseeching Him for tax-relief.

I tire of the sermons, spewed forth each day,
threatening damnation, promising paradise,
while, blanketed in the cosy comfort,
of carefully crafted lies,

Do not waste your breath here,
I refuse to succumb to your wiles,
take your God elsewhere,
He is not welcome now,
So, leave me to my fate,
for I refuse to bow.

About Afzal Moolla

Afzal Moolla was born in Delhi, India while his parents were in exile, working as anti-Apartheid activists for the African National Congress.  Afzal subsequently travelled wherever his parent's work took them. He still feels that he hasn't stopped travelling.  Afzal currently works and lives in Johannesburg, South Africa and shares his literary musings with his most strident critic - his 12 year old cat.


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