Pagan Religion Poem by Charles Jagongo

Blind folded
He is there
Times ending
Cut short are colorful dreams
With swords and in masked faces
The brave mask not their faces
A hollow prayer is recited
Lost in wilderness
In camera they see him
Family and loved ones shed tears
They can not help him
Serene and without tears
He is virtually there
Blood spills out
His world is closed
His head is for show
Blood soils his white cloth
Pagan religion soils hearts
More anger manifested
Another innocent blood
Shed by death merchants.