When outstretched hands reach out for your support,
And you routinely ignore them like another status report,
If your arms cannot reach to those hanging by strands,
Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your hands.
When tired legs try to keep up with your blistering pace,
And you hurriedly ignore them to stay ahead in the race,
If your legs cannot move to those who are deadbeat,
Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your feet.
When your already busy ears hear someone cry out of aid,
And you distractedly ignore them to avoid getting delayed,
If your ears cannot guide you to those crying out their fears,
Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your ears.
When your prattling mouth cannot correct a grave wrong,
And you habitually get back to humming a wornout song,
If your mouth cannot comfort those with tragedies unsung,
Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your tongue.
When your roving eyes cannot observe another’s plight,
And you grudgingly look around for a better sight,
If your eyes cannot even meet another’s and sympathise,
Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your eyes.
When none of your gifts can help the needy in the flock,
Maybe it is time to prepare them for the chopping block,
If you ever want to contribute to the bigger picture,
Don’t hesitate to ask for my help, call me, butcher.
This one is for the Religion, being a more violent take on the Godism series. It tries to explore religious extremism through the thought process of a fanatic, and how they approach the same incidents that an average religious person would encounter. This is a take on what a Godism extremist could logically be expected to believe. It is my way of identifying those who have crossed between freedom of religion and enforcement of religion.