Love Poem: To Inhale a Religion

To Inhale a Religion

Who help us to inhale the air 
Since our birth;
We didn’t ask nor buy the breathing air;
Air is man’s first freedom!

Even in the area covered by smoke, fog
In a stinky, yucky, bloody smell 
Or in the air pollution environment 
We must breath to survive.

To love! To hate!
To respect or to dismay
An item, an animal or a man
Depend on our preference;
We don’t need to buy nor been bought.
To worship  
Any religion or any sect
Depend on our desire,  
Like to inhale the air:
The primary freedom of man’s life!