A Poem Concerning Religion

As I was wand'ring though my mind
A shrine to Jesus I did find
It stood there neatly by a sign
"sit underneath me to unwind".
So I sat there whilst I looked around
At all the dead bodies on the ground
I asked "what is this carnage I have found"
But the shrine it did not make a sound.
I got up, and walked further still
'Till I found, atop a dreary hill
Another shrine, carved with great skill
Next to it stood Allah, dressed to kill.
"Stay back, my son" he said to me
"to find your own beliefs is the key"
"please hear me, and accept my plea"
"because religon, causes killing sprees".
All of a sudden it all made sense
The corpses that I had seen hence
Were victims of these terrible events
The war of religion, it's casualties immense.
I woke up from my day-dream state
With a brand new future to contemplate
So I made a decision upon that date
That I, not religion, shall decide my fate.

- a poem by GaZZuM