I often wonder,
if my last ever words,
in the form of speech, of course.
Would be a plea to a god or gods,
to forgive me of my lack of belief.
For I cannot believe,
for what I cannot see,
Sure, I know faith is all about faith.
But isn't being god all about being god?
I see, hunger, poverty, death and war,
but I see no god to pick up the tab.
The sooner we start to stop worshipping stars,
is the second we live and survive below them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with you. Interesting sentiments and put in an equally interesting way. Love the last two lines especially!