G-D Is Everywhere

I'm surrounded By those that believe By those who conceive That one's obsession and possession Can lead to G-d's affection I don't question their position That noncompliance is perdition To some heaven here on Earth Stomached by some lord's thick girth I prefer a tempered vision One without devout or fission Something tangible with proof Compared to magic, faith, aloof I understand the desperate need To lean on something beyond their seed Some large, hypnotic master To help us all avoid disaster But then some shooter's flagrant whim Mows down everyone but Him How does that compute the feeling While the corpses finish bleeding And yet when circumstances perish By some indignant source that's garish Leaving us wishing for the force To lessen fate's corrupt remorse We bring our hands together Our forlorn limbs of ash and leather It doesn't matter how consistent When the prodigal yell's insistent I need the fix, I need it now I don't care who, I don't care how This leads to redeemers blazing trails To stores where G-d's love goes on sale Because when shoves are frail pushes Who really cares who saves our tushes. (8/15/15)