humanity is puppet
in hands of omnipotent 'God';
after repeated drills
toy wants freedom,
be itself
rise its hand
snapping unseen control.
river flows downwards
expends minimum;
birds fly
without stretching beyond nature;
men wants to peep
what God has made,
alter it,
travelling far
he is confused,
filling world with smoke
driving fresh air away.
what survives immemorial
has holes now,
a layer punctured here and there
threatens whole life on earth.
God is freedom;
we enslave ourselves
in hope of liberating,
what is invented
bind us more,
food, water and air
come to us with a price tag;
We are threatening to destroy the branch,
on which we are sitting
cutting it from behind.
A contest entry
- Omni-potent by Envelope.
1800 points, ended November 28, 2008, 16 entries
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"god is freedom" hmm that problem of fate, that paradox, Its such a taxing thought. This was chock full of intensity and emotion, but that ending really stuck with me, the hopelessness of it, but the overwhelming need, it all just spoke loudly of the desperation associated with these thoughts
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thank you
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