Some Want Him Dead
Alas, God, they want you dead!
Your preachers, your Bible,
make them see red.
,
They will only listen to the
mermaid's call.
Or to oddballs bewailing the
earth's curtain call.
.
Blind as bats hitting the wall,
Any doomsday saying, they
believe it all.
.
No understanding that man did
not create nor rules this earth.
But the howling against God
is a mistaken dirth.
And arrogant humans, to you, God,
will never bend a knee.
But out in the garden, many do.
Adoring and loving a tree?
March 20, 2020
9am PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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