Question to Man!

 

    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

 

 

 

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