The world belongs to those who don’t say prayers;
for to bend knee, or back, to the Almighty,
to raise arms in supplication with empty
hands, fold them to one’s chest, as one declares
God’s dominion over the earth, compares
unfavourably with those whose destiny
is in their own hands, or set out to be,
in pride of ownership of what is theirs.
Yet once the hands of prayer come out to life,
they turn the keys to owned houses and cars,
they work for gain, honour the flag with proud
salute; their ownership made good in wars,
one with the godless, whose principle, self-
interest, rings out in church and mosque aloud.