Colin F. Jones

WHO THE HELL IS SATAN?

You can push your religion, and I can push mine,
Your Satan is yours – and that is all fine –
But try not to depress me with reference to him,
Who is an imaginary thought ever so dim.
Your God is a mind – set stapled and bound,
Who, to those who can’t think, can never be found.
Satan the evil side of your tampered with view,
Is relevant only to people like you,
But is needed I guess to justify the existence of God,
One ghost with another on a donkey unshod.
Millions die every day in this world we adore,
The least number are those who are killed in a war,
When your God fixes famine, foul disease and pain,
Them please let me know; I’ll be there to complain.