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God is Watching, Sleepily..

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God is Watching, Sleepily..

The Scene: 
An explosion! 
From those picking.. limbs tear
cabbages and cucumbers  
combing children's hair
mixing with the backseat 
of a zealot's Mercedes Benz
the gunpowder,  smells of lamb, 
and cotton, all blend 
into a bitter, woolen, 
prayerful smoldering
the faces, each one, 
 a sorrowful gurgling.. 

God sniffs, looking puzzled.. 
as usual, murmuring 
'Why is this happening? 
All this crumbling and burning!
Am I the god of Job, 
of the savior foretold, 
of the maiden unrobed, 
of the crocodile's fold?' 
'I created them all, 
the most beautiful of races,
with a worn, savage love 
for me in dry places, 
I gave them this desert, 
the Sirocco, sand dunes
where they hopelessly 
struggle above catacombs
amid these car bombings, 
and gun strapping martyrs
that blowup in my face 
and all reason in shatters..'
'Stop it! stop!' 
God moans, and he chatters
but a look in his face 
tells you it doesn't matter..

I ask, 'Lord, why can't you
 let good people live?
The fools we elected 
can you ever forgive?
We all watch in horror, 
and while your adored
the people in Dar fur 
are swept up by warlords..'

(God's reply)
"Did you create pyramids, 
were you Ramses slave,
do you think I look forward 
to another small grave?
Have you fought in wars 
when you didn't agree,
Who decides who wins 
when they all pray to me?
It takes a whole village 
to pull just one trigger
Womens wages are set by 
Walmart's sale sticker
your planet is warming, 
no snow packs for farming
bringing unwelcome guests 
like mosquito borne pests, 
greenhouse unrest, protecting 
your own, consuming the rest.
I have eyes, I see everything 
you never did, I have ears, 
I hear empty words, 
all things unsaid.. today's living, 
may be tomorrows dead.."

(these are really my words, not God's, who I fear
is considering a reprise of the flood this year..)

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  1. Date: 10/28/2012 10:50:00 AM

    Welcome to poetry soup, I can see you are going to be quiet an asset, love and light vie

  1. Date: 1/17/2010 8:39:00 AM

    A belated welcome to soup. Interesting poem. Sincerely, Moses

  1. Date: 2/3/2009 9:52:00 PM

    Another great write. Have you any more, Sir? Or Madame? DG

  1. Date: 2/3/2009 9:09:00 PM

    I welcome you a belated welcome to poetry soup...Raul

  1. Date: 1/7/2009 5:39:00 AM

    Very Cool. I love the rhyming and humor in this piece/ Welcome to the soup and do write more. We are reading. Continue to share.

  1. Date: 12/28/2008 9:41:00 AM

    Tom - Welcome to Poetry Soup! Wishing you a Happy and Joyous New Year! Peace always, John

  1. Date: 12/27/2008 2:24:00 PM

    cool poem filled with amazement, welcome to the soup.

  1. Date: 12/25/2008 8:45:00 PM

    Excellent job on this poem - I just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the Soup – Merry Christmas & God Bless, MJ