THE HUMAN BEING AND GOD

1

 Never could I in truth doubt what you say,

Without indeed inviting doubt in me,

For what you believe is cast in sacred clay,

Though I in truth do often disagree.

Though more real is this the love that I retain,

Having cast my eyes upon you in true life,

I love him not while you do praise his name,

For he offers not any comforts for your strife.

He suffered once yet you do this each day,

Your trials quite worse than those that he may claim,

For growing worse it holds all hope at bay,

This insidious unrelenting ever-persisting pain.

I pray no more to your cold, merciless Lord,

For I see no sign in you of true reward.

 2

 If you could show me what your Lord has done,

Where are the footprints from his absent feet?

Where is the war that through his help we won?

Why are the people dying in the street?

What has your Lord for all these poor folk done?

He looks down on the misery only he can cure,

Yet throughout the ages the cruel despair goes on,

Yet the less he does the people praise him more.

If he made the man then he made his hate as well,

He gave him anger and the need to fight,

He gave him knowledge to create his own ill Hell,

And gave him wrong when he could have made it right.

Yes, show me what thy Lord thy God has done,

As thousands more die from the blasting gun.

 3

 Who mends your bones when they are shattered, sir?

Who saves your efforts building you a car?

Who risks their lives when tragic things occur?

Who guards our shores from foe from near and far?

Who grows your food that you each day doth eat?

Who makes the plates the spoons and knife and forks?

Who makes your chairs, your diners and your seat?

Who gives us schools and teaches us to talk?

I see no God doing this where ere I look,

Though I see a surgeon mending broken men

I see a Policeman, Doctor and a Cook,

So where is this gentle, loving Saviour then?

Tis men who sacrifice their short lives for all,

Men who on the worldwide war fields fall.

 4

 Do not our soldiers sacrifice their lives?

That the people’s freedoms are by it maintained,

That a way of life for all good folk survives?

Is this not why the nations troops are trained?

The laws man makes are made to change the brain,

That it might think without conflict with hate,

To link all peoples like rail cars on a train,

With loving thoughts that spread through every state.

Man in man must surely thus believe,

Have faith in self and in his future gain,

That there in life is nothing he can’t achieve,

That one day he will overcome his pain.

And when he dies what ere he might receive,

He will at least have lived for honest gain.

 5

 We are what we are taught to be at school,

Tis there we learn the basics of our laws,

Tis there we learn to understand the rules,

And where we plan the future of our wars.

Tis where the basic ethics of our Lord,

Are no longer taught to those who lack the cash,

To attend the schools where religion some afford,

From where the fundamental teachers clash.

Once it was scripture now a forgotten word,

Now it's a business for counting sacred notes,

By greedy grunting evangelists absurd ,

Who rise to power on their own made votes.

There is nothing new in this. It has gone on,

Since God decided to murder his own son.

ã15 October 03 Colin F Jones