THE CREATOR

As to whoever whyever,
You think you are.
What gave you the right,
To make us who we are.

You put us together,
With so many imperfections.
Why couldn't you put us together
right, Is it because you couldn't
Follow the directions.

I often wonder what parts
You didn't use,
In the cold light of day.
Was your ego a little bruised,
When we didn't turn out the way
You planned.

A kill or be killed intelligence,
Made in imperfection.
Put together by god's mighty hand,
Who some have decided not to kill,
Just because they can.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-06-08 at 03:47

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A grand poem, Alan. I myself think the imperfections are mostly down to us. But then again, if you are of the 'here to learn' brigade science is advancing all the time and, for example, stem cell therapy is capable of putting right a lot of the physical imperfections: So we are learning to correct them?
Blessings, Allen
2023-06-08