God Tells Us To Love All Poem by Ravi Kopra

God tells us to love all - all humans, all animals, all nature
But he does not love a son, a holy son of christians
who still live in delusions to be pacified.
He lets him die on the cross, does not save him
while he cries in pain hung on the cross by Romans
blood dripping from his arms, palms, torso, feet
his head bends down with the glorious crown of thorns
his father thought befitted him well for his vagrancy.
He cries, he lets out shrieks in agony
his heart stops beating, he breathes his last
his soul goes out flying to God who gives damn
to everything except a fairy told lyrical poetry book
to be published by the Desert Cave Press
in the searing desert heat of Arabia near some jackals
howling at the moon in the bushes and the shady date trees.
He is always busy with his virgin houris, his home made wine
fountains, gardens and the buzzing bees making sweet honey.
He can beget his own real son, any time he likes.
For him a son fathered by some soldier from Rome
somewhere in the Bethelham night is not worth a penny.