The Three Sons Of Abraham

There is an old family feud, the oldest of all family feuds that matters to this magnitude and the most 
damaging because of the validity placed on its essence by rival sides.

Abraham (Ibrahim) is recognized as the father of the Jews, Christianity, as well as Islam since it is believed that Mohammed is a descendant of Ibrahim (Abraham). 
The three branches of the same tree, with its many sub branches.

It is sad to say that many have lost their lives on soft differences, never fundamental in justifying the relevance and truthfulness of one of the three branches against the other.

But not being the root or stem means, none of the three branches can claim to be the true religion.
The fact is their differences are all based on cultural norms than religious essence.

Relevance in all this is spirituality which in it self as the root sees religion as a mere path amongst paths
"the way a group of people worship" Lets not forget of Animist, Buddhism and all other religions.

Saddly though it is the tree branches (sons) from the same house of Abraham that holds to ransom death as a consequence for being a descendant
of a sibling in difference of belief #religion #life #philosophy  #culture

No Good Deed

Why do you have a smile
So loud, so so loud, so loud

Don't you know it is frowned upon
Unless you are in on the game too

No eye contacts, no sight to see
And starring will get you locked on violation

The eyes don't lie, so boring it is
The eyes can't lie, high on a truth pill

Fingers on the buzzer
Three strikes and you are out

Easy comes easy goes
The shadows whisper with voices

They come awake on the moonless night
Sounding so familair with haunt

Tinkering like tinkerbell
Itching a scratch on the brain

The clown is placed on a freak show
His eyes are made of horror

Save the last dance
There is blood on the dance floor

Roses with thorns
Like sharp knifes for back stab

Jesus Christ on a cross
A locket hanged on a thug's chain

No mercy is given so readily
In this ill gotten world

Every thing is at a price it pays to know
You will do well to know

They call it a dark country
A dark continent it is then

Where days never come, clock works
After the night's hour, remains an ungodly time

The sun out, no longer frightens
The cockroaches, bugs and rats to hide

Preachers only gifted with preview
A sight into the devils plans

On professes they give, pay per view
No remedy for redeemers grace

Unless its paid in full
With the devil's coin

For credit if wanted come tomorrow
On notices plastered all over the place

Just before the shop opens
Too late after the shop opens

Come tomorrow, just come tomorrow
Only know, tomorrow never comes today

No saints in a sinners crowd
No bond as brothers so strong to hold

Skeletons still fearing death
Long after the skin is rotten to the bone

Stack in death's box six feet under
Calling out on S.O.S

We are common people seemingly
Our shortfalls are all the same

Though some have become good at hiding
Their very soul from the wicker man

Fingers on the buzzer
Three strikes and you are out

Easy comes easy goes
The shadows are loud with voices

And this pace is making my head spin
Going round and round in circles like aaaah!

The Friendship Return Policy

There are some friends
That distance is only but 
A foot step away 

No matter how far or near 
They are, the love remains
 Solid as ever, never forgotten 

There are some friends
 A yard away, a foot away an inch away
 Turns you into a stranger 

And no sooner do you become an alien
Fading into ghostliness on passage 
Paths of time and distance travelled 

True friends do not fade 
Like a cheap cloth that shrinks
And wouldn't fit after just one wash

Looking for the receipt
To read about the return policy
 In the small print on store rejects

Which one are you
Sincerely don't fool yourself
Do you feel awkward when we meet

Wanting to hide as first instinct held
Too late you have been spotted, shame on you
Fighting so hard with your conscience

 #life #philosophy #culture #art