Heaven and hell

You talk about heaven and hell
in the same breath
as you talk about your gods
with half or quarter of a life
unlived.
you preach the way of living;
And while death hasn't yet kissed
your undeserving lips...
You speak-
Of an afterlife, or many...
Of sins and redemptions
Of virtues and vices...
Though you, have none.

When you surrender your days
to the safety of familiar
and protect yourself
within unseen walls;
That outlive you...
Me...
And even the tortoises!
You do not count it as a sin...

Every time you conform.
Every time you comply.
Every time you fail to question why!
your soul is condemned
but you do not realise.

Your sins, too small...
The virtues, insignificant...
Your prayers, shallow...
The rituals, hollow...
trying to appear sacrificant.

A morsel of food less,
an extra length of cloth.
Words of a language
you do not speak
Empty of meaning
or identity

Imposed,
Artificial,
Stagnant
Repressive...
Fake.

But... you blame it on the divine;
and then say, it is just a belief.....

~Saba