Noble Atheist
When a noble atheist dies,
Sprinting, the Hindus would reach.
'We will have it cremated', they'd demand.
'He was as Hindu as we're.'
The Muslims wouldn't hold 'emselves back.
'It will but be coffined.' They'd squabble.
'He was ours, wrong you're.'
Wonder not if dead atheist rises
And declares, 'Fight not for me you fools!
Leave me for maggots to bite, it'd please me more.