Religion

There is no rank here.
The only thing that reigns
Is equality. This garden,
This damp, green garden
Is calm, is silent;
Too calm, too silent
And for a reason I will never
Quite fathom, Our Creator
Endowed us with free will
A burning need to rebel
And a craving for conflict
And to the one they call 'God'
I cry. 'Why, you really do
Have a rather sophisticated
Sense of brutal irony'
And I laugh and laugh and laugh
Because I am sure that humanity
Has provided millennia of entertainment
For that supreme deity in the sky
We have chosen to glorify.