Unconditional Love

A poem that begs the question as to why we continue to allow The Devil to win?

From his love sprang, birds and bee's

sunny blue skies, to nurture flowers

and trees. He gave us fish from the

ocean to feed those in need, rain

water to replenish our seed. All he

ever asked of us, was love, yet we

spit in his face. Every time we show

hatred because of religion or race.

A time is coming when we must atone

for God is always watching, as the

Devil sits atop his man-made thrown.