Stop Searching For Hell Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Now and then I wonder why man creates hell for himself:
Dark moods and jealousy
Words that hurt, lies and fabrications
Hypocrisy and heartlessness and selfishness
Are all the robust fibers that strengthen the hell in us.

Man has more than his fair share of suffering in this world,
Than having to live in another hell eventually
Why then does he prepare another nail bed?

This world teems with fake gods and fake truths,
That can be bought and sold for a penny down the market place.
Some scream for blood,
Others by diverse subtle ploys drain our peace and wealth.
They pamper and feed on our gullibility and our ignorance.

How passionately they dissect the saints and the avatars
And the holy menand set fire to the brittle firewood of spiritual ignorance.
How many a time has the true God been murdered by them?
We are not afraid to hurt any more,
We are not afraid to kill.
We are not afraid to reap the harvests of other people 's hard labour.

In my search, I find a way finally to be free
I let hell go to hell!
Many a holy man will pass this way, dear friend,
And few amongst us will stop to hail him,
For our search for hell has blinded us.