Written by: Rushina Tamang - 26008, Grade X
Posted on: 19 September, 2023
Oh dear listener,
God made thee with his own hands,
Hands that worked with mind of perfection,
God made thee a perfect being,
Being whos’ society changed the reflection.
Oh, shut your lies you orator!
How dare you perjurer?
How dare you compare perfection to I?
How dare the untruth get extended?
How dare you praise the unworthy?
Curse he, the great.
Curse he, the creator of perfection.
Curse he, the creator of I.
Curse he, the spreader of lies.
Where I am far from perfect.
I am far from the ideals.
I am far from good.
Or what the world thinks I could be or I should.
He has lied to the billions.
He has lied about his existence.
He has lied about perfection.
He has lied.
If perfection is ubiquitous,
Why did thou devise ideals?
Why did thou devise unfairness?
Why did thou devise life in suffering for others?
Don’t he ever call me alluring,
When he depicts lust for a sight of beauty,
Don’t he ever call me perfect,
When his ability to create perfection is an infirmity.
Curse this perjurer!
