Scorching Ideology

The air boiled in ideology of polluted politics,
In troubled flash of lightning in the thunder of meaningless slogans,

A mass Epicurean laugh
God does not live in prayer houses
Of temples, churches, mosques, synagogues...
Man made prayer houses have stains of sin.

God leads us all to absolute freedom
No sin no vice, no virtue...

Theologeons sell God unaware to earn material gains.
Athiests clash for a share of the stolen bones.

Clash, clash.  Countries clash, religions clash, civilizations clash.
The fire inside clashes with a calm outside.

Flowers clash with rough imagination of love.
Nobody get crushed, but the soft flowers.

All that is ruthless is life,
All that is merciful is heavenly.