God On A Sunday Morning Poem by Ravi Kopra

It is Sunday morning
I want to sleep late
Last night I partied

But woes to mullahs, muezzins
They're shouting out aloud
On the top of minarets, turrets -

Allah is great, Allah is great
It is time for namaaz
Come to the masjid soon

Bend down on the floor
With your asses up in air
Ask for dua in your prayer

O Allah, my dua is this -
Shut up these idiots
The mullahs, the muezzins

I doubt if you exist
But if you do, you know
You must be really great

To kill people in wars, in famines
To let rapist rape young girls, women
To let kazi, clergy rape young boys

To kill people with cancer, cholera
To let hurricanes, storms kill us
To let volcanoes burn us alive

Allah you are great, we know
You never let us live in peace
You hate us, you hate us, we do know.