Man Poem by S.W. Clark

God has peered down times before
but now is looking to heal a sore.
He will Chastise his child; a bratish sot
Leave him to devastate, He will not.
A rod for this fool; hard and long
to instill the ways of right and wrong.
'Cause man has thought reason a creator
that reason be now and God be later.
That to say thus is from this, cause we have learned,
though possessing a mind never discerned.
The plumb line is drawn
but still man builds without care,
what a crooked cruel home.
More like the Devil's lair.
How the anger forced the fear
and ravaged the rage.
It embellished without reason
making emotion a sage.
That the fallen soul could uplift and grow
How? I don't know.
It should never be so.