Mediocre god 2

Whom is he that you call
In your loud voices at public places
Whom is that you cry for
In foreign tongues to scare us
Whom is he that you praise
Asking them to give your deserved blessings
Whom is he?

Does he laugh when he sees you
Walk past a beggar with your pride
Soliloquising; "These are the thieves who
Are you used to milk us dry with their laziness"
Is he glorified in your haughty joy
When your neighbours child is made heavy
And gets the drop out of school
Does he take the credit for your answered prayer
"May my enemies, people I envy,be defeated"
Or is he not perturbed
When you blame everyone for your shit
Does it not concern him a holy
That he thrives on those after a piece of their own mind

Oh what a funny god, you worship
Fervently, in fast and grins in your face
In tears of songs, In clapping and shaking and drama
In miracles of spouses,riches and empty promises
This god you pray for what he gives
One not to seek for who he is
One that enjoys theatrics and gymnastics
What a funny god you serve

Last night we met in the kisses
And you said "I cannot bear the heat of this moment"
Sheets suffered our wrestling and I heard
You called him in ecstasy, in infinite orgasms
You called on your god.