Keys Poem by Ryan Brodesser

When God created the earth

it was with samaritan intent

We would all be happy as it should. We would all repent

Happiness among man, that was the plan, if only it would work

But now, God has packed to leave, so I believe

and thus, has handed over the keys.


Bombing, shooting, robbing and lying

War mortalities, and hostilities rising at an alarming rate

No regrets, only anger and hate

piling up our dead for the wives and children to grieve

Our trusts, hopes and love

humanity is on it’s knees


We have no faith

no decency or affection

Children die, and bullets fly in every direction

in disturbed countries that have yet to find peace

The bloody violence may never cease

Please God, take back the keys