Recycling Process Made Us Poem by Chan Mongol

Recycling Process Made Us



Death is just a part!
To become as recycling dirt!
Tell me where is our foundation?
Is it in belief, or in civilization? ?

So, I do not go to Church!
Church is for me too much!
Enough slavery I do!
Almighty Satan is my foe! !

Any living creation!
Sadly, will turn to destruction!
Anything that is a living being!
Will return to lifeless thing! !

Why with God, and time is wasting?
Why prayers, why fasting?
There is no God to cure!
We are on our own for sure! !

God doesn't protect us!
Even his believers and pious!
We came in a process!
Go back to zero as life less! !

Death is just a part!
To become as recycling dirt!
Tell me, where is our foundation?
Is it in belief, or in civilization? ?

Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life
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Chan Mongol

East Bengal (Bangladesh)
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