HEAVEN

You offered me a false paradise

When I am dead

You offered me Utopia

But my world

Was hell instead

And when I leave this earth

Knowing this to be true

That my seeds have inherited iniquities

And pestilence in full

You stand on the pulpit

Propagating lies

And you do not deceive me

Because I have eyes

You plunder our riches

While you turn me against my brother

And made fools of us

So I wonder

You work on our avarice

Turned brave men timid

It is an act of cowardice

Welcome to the apocalypse

When there was enough bread

To go round

You mocked me instead

And made me look like a clown

Made me beg for my birth right

Which you call a privilege

And anytime I raise my voice

People called it a sacrilege

You told me to wait for heaven

While you built yours on earth

You told me it will be better

Yes I could never forget

You built

Castles on the moon

Parties held in Wonderland from January to June

Pegasus with golden wings flying men like gods

While we eat from garbage cans like dogs

But it was never my turn to go to heaven

Even though I had one life to live

It was never my turn to go to heaven

Because there is nothing more to give

My heaven is now

Not tomorrow

Because I will not live a life of sorrow

My heaven is now not tomorrow

Because life is not something that we can borrow

Author's Note

Heaven and hell are real concepts. We don't have to die to get to heaven or hell.It is what we do on earth that determines all this.

Reviews

[Chloe]

I enjoyed this one very much. There's not anything I would consider changing about this poem, except for making things a bit more blunt instead of producing full thoughts between two lines.