You work hard and achieve a lot,
With blood and sweat,
You win it all,
For the hours you put, sacrifices you made,
He takes the credit and he becomes tall.

He ruins and destroys,
Nightmare your dreams,
Pollute your lives,
Poison your days,
And then we say,
God moves in mysterious ways.

Rich die stinking rich,
Poor die stinking and poor,
One lived in resorts,
Other resorted to sewer.

He talks of sympathy and forgiveness,
Forget all that when you mistake,
Preaches to conflict and confuse,
Of all the shams he is the biggest fake.

He causes problems when everything is going right,
He troubles you and put you in moral unrest,
Causes floods when crop ripens, storms when boat sails,
All the games he plays on you in the name of a lousy faith test.

If I had one hundredth of the powers,
The powers mythified with the so-called holy deity,
I would had become all strong and puffed up,
And shall call myself the ALLMIGHTY.