God, do help if you are real and do exist,
but where oh where are you in all of this?
God I do pray you hear my prayer,
but what is a prayer and its use down here?
But cry I am to do from here on
as this disgusting place I live is lost
amidst a hellish putrid smell
as if in knowing I did know of a hell.
The air I breathe is putrid foul,
the land eroded and no good to plough,
the dirt adrift as if in a sand-eroded desert shelf.
I know no place as this that is left
description defies my mind of such as this,
but here I am amidst this life on planet X –
No name I give as once did exist
and we, the earthlings eradicate
to turn what was to plague and here we are
as if an air raid shelter lined us up to count
who’s who as if this did prevent us from a death.
And yet, here again no war thus far
as if life no longer can sustain.
So war a violent idiot game
instead we leave a remnant
no more of what was once a green existence –
purified air, water clean and pastures rich
now no more, but this…
How on earth, in one foul swoop,
could we do this to a given race,
take each and every land mass to a hell,
a horrible devastated disgrace?
God grant to a soul, if that exists
a place apart from this
that I, in hell on earth, do now face.
God oh God do you exist?
I now do earnestly plead my case
for in this present earthly space
I crave for what once I took
and did not feel was mine –
To love, honour and obey as if precious
and never ever once would be mine to have again –
each and every minute of each and every one
God given glorious sun-filled day.
September 15th, 2014
Tags: Loss
