Poem

The God We Made

There is a God who made us,

And the one we made to trust,

We don't know that who made us,

But the one we made to trust.

Every religion has their own God,

There own believe, there own accord,

The Gods we made are many,

But the real one we don't know any.

The Christians praise Jesus Christ,

To the end with all their might,

The Hindus praise many Gods,

And the real one to us is like fog.

God is a way,

To have belief, and fight for the coming day,

A way to trust, a way to believe,

And a way to give one relief.

There is a God who made us,

And the one we made to trust,

We don't know that who made us,

But the one we made to trust.

The world has parted,

In two types stated,

Believers and non-believers

What to be is your fever.