Man prays to a self rightist god
For a heavenly hereafter
Pledged by a martyred demigod.
Do you hear polemic laughter?
Mans pusillanimous nature
Makes easy work for the rightists
You can be sure; what’s the allure 
A place in heaven next to Christ?
But in the meantime, what’s in store
For your next eighty or so years?
You know there’s not a guarantor
To vouchsafe promises you hear:
Faith! You must have faith, they orate.
Not I! I’ll never take that bait.