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The Atheist Fr. Amado L. Picardal You call
me godless just
because I don't believe in the
god you adore, a
dictator who decrees:
Blessed are the rich and the mighty they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are the poor and the weak they shall inherit the sky.
Blessed are the children of the rich they shall live happily after birth.
Blessed are the children of the poor they shall live happily after death. Woe
to you who subvert this sacred order you shall be called godless and you will be crucified. I don't believe in your god who
dwell in your golden tabernacles and
marble cathedrals, who
cannot see the misery of the poor in
the slums, farms and factories, who
cannot hear the groaning and the howling of
the oppressed in this vast prison, in
the cells, safehouses and streets, an impotent god. I don't believe in your god. I don't believe in
your idols. You call
me godless just
because I don't believe in the gods
you worship, the
god you accumulate day and night and
keep in the tabernacle of your bank, the
god you wield that enables you to dictate the destiny of others the god that puts you on a pedestal. I don't believe in your gods. I don't believe in your idols. I have seen the suffering of the poor, I have heard the cry of the oppressed, I have joined them in their struggle for
liberation and I
am ready to sacrifice my body and blood for their total salvation, and for this you call me godless. |