The Good Book tells us that God rested on The Seventh Day,
To unwind upon His Throne and His handiwork survey.
He foresaw the mess we mere mortals would make of things,
Abetted by all humankind to include politicians and ruling kings!
Right off the bat, Adam and Eve made a stupid mistake,
Eating forbidden fruit persuaded by that nefarious snake!
They let God down big time and I reckon them we can blame,
For wrecking His noble plans and creating eternal shame!
God must have pondered about the fate of His wondrous Creation.
He envisaged pain and suffering as nation warred against nation.
As He relaxed on That Day He foresaw evil and sinfulness,
Hunger, strife, mans' inhumanity to man and homelessness.
How He must have agonized That Day as He eyed His Universe,
Knowing He would have to cope with a people so wicked and perverse.
I suspect He would have preferred a day of rest like most of us men,
Savoring a pepperoni pizza and watching a football game on ESPN!
Entry for Curtis Moorman's "What Did God Do On The Seventh Day" Contest
The Color of Space
His spaceship alit on a foreign world
deep in the midst of the outer space
two moons gazing down devoid of all air
he kept his mask on and walked down the plank
opened the door to retreat from the hull
He was there for a purpose
for diplomacy’s sake
to seek a new race and find a new place
in hopes that they trade
since the earth needed more
an avatar sought
for the future of lore
The leader approached
his habiliment WHITE
and his face a pale GREEN
he exacted his speech
with authority and grace
I promise the cargo that you request
in the time that is due it will be our best
for our BLUE men work as we command
to produce what you need or they will be replaced
and another blue man will fill in the space
to satisfy your monthly needs
He gazed at the workers bedraggled with sweat
their uniforms worn not a word from their lips
he considered his quest and returned to his ship
He removed his mask and stared out of the hull
he pondered the planet that he will leave
A million miles from Earth and the stigma remains
he grabbed a BLACK towel and wiped his BROWN face
will MANS inhumanity to MAN ever change
It's another morning and I'm so fortunate
To awaken and enter another day
I reflect for a few moments
And remember the ones who strayed
For many a reason this has happened
Mans inhumanity to man is one
Car jacking in many cultures
Or the bullet from many a gun
Rapists, paedophiles and murderers
No care for the victims they claim
Be it needle, chair or rope
Taken out should be our aim
And now I speak of the gangs
Their bravado speaks volumes to them
Peer power within their families
In my eyes they'll never be men
To the politicians I care not to look
Never tarring them all the same
It's the ones that lie through their teeth
Power and riches their illegal fame
The next morning I awake once again
And reflect on the decent out there
Much time I can reflect about them
To the good I can always fare
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