A Poem ... From God

Do you ever wonder if God gets tired of being the patsy for wars? Do not take this as an excuse to attack the Muslin faith. I refer to ANYONE who have used God as an excuse for their violence.

 

Free will was a gift

To mankind you see.

So please don't attribute

Your violence to me.

 

Inquisition, your way

Of stealing free will.

Your woeful excuse

To pillage and kill.

 

Jihad, you allege,

Is my holy war.

I demand that you not

Blame me any more.

 

I'm the biggest accomplice

To the killing it seems.

But I have no part

In your murderous schemes.

 

So stop blaming me

For humanity's strife

I've never asked you

For your fellow man's life.

Reviews

[Pauline Marie Daley]

A beautiful way to describe how God must be feeling. Its true, he never wanted any of the suffering or violence that the world is filled with today. And yet mankind continues to blame Him for it. "God wanted another angel" They tell you. That isn't what God wanted. God wants his original purpose to be fulfilled, for us all to live forever in a paradise. For people to blame God is a sad excuse for their own imperfections. Great topic, beautiful write.

[Emily B]

wow, an inspired write . . . with a hefty message.

Thanks.

[Shellie]

WOW! I must say I have never thought of God's reaction to the blunder of His creation and everything you say is true, Its a defense poem for God, Excellent work.

[Spoken]

great flow. There's great skill in the ability to create simple rhyme without sounding preschool in poetry. The message is true as they come also. I especially like the ending. Love when there is a solid strong ending. You're the bestest Creeper :)

[Linda Stinson]

Oh, the Blue Guy is waking me up this morning. I'm going to have my coffee with a side dish of sorrow for breakfast now. This is deep and so sad also. I feel like the accomplice because unfortunately I fall among that "mass" group of people, the general population. Free Will, "the gift" the power of the world at your fingertips, a killer in itself. Why can't we use our powers for good instead of evil? I fear that man will never look himself in the mirror. And when he does, it will be too late.
This poem touched my heart. I felt the pain behind the words.