God sits upon a mountain
He surveys His world
A child sneaks into a store
And steals a packet of gum
God raises His eyebrows
A dog barks in a parking lot
A man opens the door
And kicks it against the wall
God taps His fingers
Inside a shabby house in an even shabbier neighborhood
A child whines for dessert
His tired mother yells
And slaps his delicate face
God frowns
A young boy passes through a dark alley
In his pocket tinkle the coins he earned that day
Three older guys rush up
And beat him until there’s nothing left
God puts His head in His hands
Somewhere in His world
People shoot people
Corruption chases the fearful
A nation fights itself
A tear falls down God’s cheek
How much more can He take?
When will God do something?
A contest entry
- Don't Wing A Prayer by Carly Pop.
1000 points, ended May 15, 2008, 18 entries
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