Our Lord Above

Would a good and just god
Let love live, in all its idiosyncrasies?
Would an ideal god
Give poets reason to wail?
Yes

Because if not for morality, then for life
What would we be without our struggles and triumphs?
A blob of nothingness
A waste of space

Yet the delicacy of disaster
Is only known to the eyes of a Creator
Whoever he is
Power should be given to those who deserve it
Then how is he in power over all?

These questions must be asked
Truths like these cannot be gray in our minds

Time after time
Over every era
They are answered
If in vain
Because until we meet our ends
No answer can be found
Meditate, pray, entreat your god
And hope
With all your skill, hope
That the Lord above
Is not power-drunk.

Author's Note

One of my older ideas that I finished today. Enjoy!