'' I Can Only Pray He'll Agree '' Poem by Bri Mar

His commandment stated,

‘' THOU SHALT NOT KILL ‘'

As to what there's no stipulation,
If that is what the good Lord dictated,
Then it's him who gave us the will.

Many a fly,
I've given a swat,
Stood on them as they took their last breath,
I've never thought why,
Will I feel hot,
For ensuring that fly met with death.

A carnivorous creature,
I do eat meat,
I've caught many a deer in my time,
Does it feature,
That I'll take the heat,
Will he say I've committed a crime?

The chicken or the egg,
A nice rump steak,
The rules are not clearly defined,
For my soul will I beg,
Or will he forsake,
His hypocrisy is so unrefined.

I've fought in battle,
In the name of God,
Where killing is classed as routine,
Treated as cattle,
May seem odd,
But will he class that as obscene.

After taking a look,
My conscience is clear,
God has murdered far more than me,
In his good book,
He's been very austere,

‘' I Can Only Pray He'll Agree ‘'