Paul Hartal


Heavenly Satire


It is hard to resist
The thought,
Though not with alacrity
It is wrought,
That the Almighty
Laughs a lot
At the tender spot
Of the human commonwealth:
Our frailty and stupidity
Seem to enhance His health
And sustain Him
Forever.

Sure,
He can endow us
With beauty, brains and wealth,
However, often what we get
Is just a fist.
Yet He does not appear to be
Neither a rightist
Nor a leftist,
But rather
A parodist,
Enveloped in dense haze
Or, perhaps,
In transparent mist.

In any case,
As a satirist
Enjoying the twist,
God is so great
That He can afford
Even not to exist.

Submitted: Sunday, October 09, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 10, 2011

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