50 People - 36 Poem by Raj Dronamraju

36

God's vandal
Defaced the skyline with places of worship
Cavernous, grotesque, what a waste of resources and of space
Defaced ancient civilizations with forced conversions
Spray painted his initials across their culture

God's vandal
Saw the devil in every act of free will
Wanted to draw clothes on Cezanne and Lautrec nudes
Wanted to spray paint words of divine allegiance over our imagination

From now on, they'll be doing their best to offer every gesture of comfort, of solace to those who imagine a hole in their core
And God's vandal will be busy at the same time
Tagging every part of life outside of that

You conversion is broken windows, toilet papered trees, the jealousy of the fantasy you now worship destroying your past connection to who you really are

It's just God's vandal
He set fire to free will and left it outside your front door then he rang the doorbell and ran away into the night