Why, God

Why, God

must we play.

Clipping the wings

of birds

and taming lions

to make them purr.

Twirling around in fur coats

no more

but we still play

God.

Teaching dogs to sit

and roll over,

angry when they bark.

We make the half the world

go dark

and it’s still not enough.

We don’t just play God,

we believe

that we are.

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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