His Goodness And Mercy Poem by Charles Karia

If man were God;
He would slay the crooked,
And emasculate the devil,
Hewould jail the wicked,
Then hamstring every witch,
Finally tormenting the mean rich,

But then man isn't Go;
With us still are the crooked,
And the devil still has a way,
The wicked among us still sway,
And the witch still kills at will,
and the mean rich frolics in his pool.

So man feels just than God;
He neither slays the crooked,
Nor emasculates the devil,
He puts not the wicked in jail,
Hamstrings not the killer witch,
Nor torments the mean rich,

To those undiscerning of his Mercy,
They mock that he can so long tarry,
Yet his patience is his genius.
But it's not lost to the wise,
That all Vengeance is his,
They doubt not, he will certainly repay,

So they need to be very afraid;
All those crooked though unslayed,
Plus the devil yet unmasculated,
And those unjailed yet are wicked,
Even the unhamstrung witch,
And the untormented mean rich.