Lord, Tell Me Poem by John Sensele

Lord, tell me how in one soul you could pack
Kindness and unkindness, generosity and greed
Beauty and ugliness, front and back, lack and stack
And several contradictions on which Trinity disagreed

Now, these traits wreak disaster
On Earth where they've stolen the little
To the poor and vulnerable you gave faster
And on which cronies and cannibals pour their spittle

Arguing the bottom of the pyramid
Nothing they deserve
Since taste and appreciation for mead
They possess not in reserve

The poor you created to serve the rich
Who by right you destined to rule
And lord it over peasants to whom you preach
Total obedience cos their eyes can't see through Whoolworth wool.