Your High Mountains, Insurmountable, But by a Few. Those Deep Oceans, That cannot be reached with Efforts a New.
All Those Tall Trees, Magnificent Housing for the Eagle. And, the Dwarf Vegetation, Food for the Beetle.
All Beings, Big and Small. That are Scattered, Throughout this “Blue Ball”.
In Itself, Insignificant, Like a Drop in the Ocean. But, Important, For Life in all it’s Commotion.
There is nothing, Like it in the Universe. That could be Twinkling, For others, Verse for Verse.
You have populated it, With Black, White and Yellow. Each Holding, Differing Views of You, Mighty Fellow.
Each Seeking, Their Own Path, Considered Sacred. As They Look, At All Others, Searching You, With Much Hatred.
O’ God, Aware You Must be of Everyone’s Attempt. Delight, Do You Take in Their Predicament?
Forgive me God For Wondering Out Loud. If, This is Your Desire to See Humans “unendowed”.
War, Just, In Your Name They Each, Make. They find Their Cause, As They Continue to Break.
Covenants, Which They Have Made With You, Centuries, Past, and Which They Must, Now, Renew.
Can You, Please Tell Me “true” Which One of Them Is? For Your Name, Comes Up a Lot In This “Biz”.
Am I Right, That You Believe in the Survival of the Fittest! The Way In Which You Take the Weaker Ones, the Quickest.
Your Calamities, Befall on them Left and Right. Some, They Meet in Broad Daylight Some at Night.
Nature, Is Always Ready to Take Them One by One. Or, In your made Disaster, it takes them, by the Ton.
Strongers’, Shower Them with Fancy Missiles. Or, Break Their Bones with the Help of “Their Own Imbeciles”.
Favor, Do You Really One Over the Other? Pray, You are Not to Fall in to this Gutter.
But, If You Do, God, Must You Not Favor the Weak? For, They are Always Poised to Fall into the Creek
Zalmai Roashan Toledo, Ohio Dec. 1997