Man

You kneel in vain 
You deserve nothing more than my disdain 
You infect the earth like a virus 
Your very existence is profane 
Ever the same carnal and desirous 
Continue suffering in your rotten domain 

You clasp hands stained in blood
Chanting with mouths reeking of soot
You pray for nature to once more bud
When you yourselves tore up its roots

You dare call yourselves my daughters and sons
You deceive yourselves with titles like monks and nuns  
You convince yourselves of your own significance 
Even as you play with bombs and guns 
You expect to join the heavens 
But you’re not the ones