A Man with Nothing

They call religion blindness,

So is love and faith.

They call believers fools,

So are the lovers under faith.

When the sun is up high,

Men’s voices gone to fly.

Prayers and sweet nothings,

Flood the earth and sky.

Love and faith chain a man,

That is what they say.

The heart makes us fools,

And fools live in darkness.

So be it! I say. So be it!

Let me be a blind and a fool.

Be chained in this lover’s pool.

And die in this faith’s pit.

Is it weakness to care?

Is it shallow to love?

Is it foolishness to have faith?

When that is all I can keep?

For a man like me,

Whose life is bitter not sweet.

Can you blame me,

If destiny ravish me with hate?

No man smiled upon me,

So I try to smile with faith.

No hands reached for me.

So I try to live not in hate.

For a man with nothing,

All I can have are these.

If I am a blind and a fool, so be it!

I’ll live with my faith.