The Infidel

by Afzal Moola

The infidel writes,


rejecting cellophane sermons.

The infidel whispers,


the benevolence of the higher power.

The infidel chokes,


on the odour that emanates,

from self-​​righteous mouths.

The infidel waits,


for the retribution that must arrive.

The infidel casts off,

the labels of faith,

of belonging,

of sanctimonious snobbery.

The infidel refuses,

To beseech the merciful god,

And to cower,

And to kneel.

The infidel stands,

At times alone.

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”

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