They prayed in mosques
They prayed in temples
They prayed in synagogues
They identified their God
They took their pick
They carved separate faiths
To which they would stick
They segregated themselves
Condemned those different
Had fights in the name of religion
That God Himself could not prevent
As they continued to fight
Over things largely inconsequential
Fate threw them a challenge
Threatening their survival
Torrential floods ravaged their town
Damaging life and property
Those alive feared they would go down
So they prayed to their God fervently
The floods washed away differences
Of religion, temporarily at least
The storm had no preferences
In devastation it was a secular beast
Stripped down to necessities bare
What emerged was pure humanity
People helped each other everywhere
Rebuilding after the calamity
The flood waters receded, the town
Was rebuilt after months several
Once all the inhabitants settled down
They went back to their old squabbles
Churches, mosques, temples, synangogues
All were restored to their former glory
Different groups found their own demagogues
To give a religious angle to this story
Similar scenarios have played out
Over centuries, again and again
Disasters unite human beings devout
But united they never seem to remain..
Passion...unbridled 
Very true!
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