God perhaps played dice
He who has failed to do his due,
Man’s been a sour fruit of God’s whim,
One cannot but come to this view:
Gone acrid has His grandest dream—
A nightmare and greatest blunder
Which, He can’t but regret and rue,
I see Him now in deep ponder,
Hope, a bright flash flares from blue.
Mayhap, God played a game of dice
With Destiny, a sure spoiled sport,
And now, poor Earth pays a steep price,
As man by far has fallen short…
Maybe, apes would have better done,
Aft all, poor Darwin was human!
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Sonnet | 15.01.2005 | men, God
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