This thing of religion, is to my mind a bloody test
for what you are telling me
just does not make good sense.
You say you are the chosen ones, Creator loves you best
so, what you are saying is, if you have five children
you must choose one, and kill the rest?
There is not enough love in your heart, to love them all
if you let them all live, they will cause troubles
for the only child you love?
So, tell me friend when you are done
your young are in their graves
what if there is no grandchild, from the one that you have saved?
What if you chose wrongly, and your love is not returned
your only child goes wandering
seeking love, somewhere else?
Will you mourn those of your blood
those tiny ones who had no chance,
will you ever wonder, what they might have been?
Do you, believe so strongly, Creator loves only you
if so, why then create so many others
such a rainbow hue?
Why then, were there children
placed all around the world
with questions in their minds?
And so, again I ask you how can you believe in a Creator
with such a narrow view
with so much of beauty created, the only one loved is you?
Is it your thoughts, each were created as a pattern
each one cast away, for a better model
and all your siblings, now must die for you to survive?
With your own hand, you do the killing
how proudly you then smile,
as you offer the blood of innocents, to Creator in the fire.
Wearily I ask, what is it you are preaching,
when you call for war against your brother
are you teaching your children, Creator,
is less compassionate than man?
Could it be, we all are loved equally
a tiny possibility, that mankind has seen it wrong
that each of the children created, bring a beauty to the Earth?
©
1/4/2009 Red Granny/Sheila Williams