A Martyr of Human Stupidity

Insanity and taunting in malicious cat-calling
yells echo from a young man as hes bellowing:
If there is really a god, which I strongly believe
I could venture into this lion pit and unscathed leave.

If his mercy transpires, I would be the proof for all
to know what is beyond a death he/she may befall!
his excitement increases, though few are aware
slowly winding down towards the zoo wall they stare

a man so rash as to lower himself to the beasts
then believe readily all said by bibles and priests
he jumps to the ground floor, adrenaline entice
left wondering to a miracle of God or daunting price

so quick to challenge a god and yet so thick in belief
leaving him a martyr of human stupidity and grief
little children and crowds gawk as the lions awaken
thankful at the meal they have been given, forsaken

is the man and his pointless gods to whom he howls
as children abhor to his incessant soliloquy of drawls
Is there really a god? he cannot help but wonder
or is he forsaken as punishment of a blasphemer

his screams pierce and slowly fade, left a carcase
and perhaps a figure of entertainment restless
but heed what he has held in our eyes to know
the question: is there really a god? we bestow

are we really but alone in the world left to interfere
or is our beliefs our closure to the heavy fear
cast by death and the unknown that we seek?
I know my stand in the world of the meek...