Candle for the Dead

I burn a candle
for the dead.

Souls are up for sale,
bought by the mindless
to be hung on bare walls,
trapped in the pages of the Holiness,
a representation of blind faith.

I burn a candle
for the dead.

Prayers now echoes
Screams of the brutalized
Of the massacred.
Of blazing houses.
Blood stirred in saffron,
Religion is now one color.

I burn a candle
for the dead.

She walked,
Among werewolves and law abiders.
Her hands shielded her
raped and mutilated dignity,
The Cross weighing down on her bare shoulders.

I burn a candle
For her.

He is the messenger of God,
A soldier executing His will
He had summons to kill for peace,
“To immolate in Thy name,
A sacrifice I do not fear to render.”

I burn a candle
For his Life.

I can hear the death knell.
Humanity is buried,
Earnings are for the least deserved.
Ignorant about the impending doom
Building a world on corpses
Of faith, the human race.
God doesn’t want me.

I burn a candle
for the Living.