Inspired by the Gospels of Matthew 15:22-28 and Mark 7:25-30
O, teacher! What did you really teach?
Tribal love in a racial preach?
You put the bread beyond my reach!
While I was starving to death!
Stripped of heaven ... Stripped of earth
Due to that "chosen" myth! Why hast thou forsaken me?
If ever you come again, you would surly see:
The bias that was built, the minds that were bent,
How far the injustice went, how deep the wounds you left.
And I should take you for skating down Saint Gentile Road
To anoint your brain with the rainbow of human-hood,
Hard to see for a mind so dissolved in a racial glory
Busy searching for holy sheeps that went awry
in their quest of a more narcissistic image.
May be then you'd see the rational of equal races
Crucifying the "chosen" myth in the name of fair bases
To deliver a common value via no miraculous shows
(to keep Mother Nature undisturbed)
Without claiming any favor or demanding obligation,
Since the goodness ought to be in eternal circulation.