Manifesto To God - Poem by Max Reif
I want Heaven On Earth
to be my brand name,
I want to be a full distributor.
That's what I want
pouring out of my cup
to everyone I talk to,
everyone I e-mail,
everyone I touch.
That's the only product
I want to handle,
because I see it's so close,
I see it in the green of every palm tree,
in the lovely color of blue
chosen for our sky,
and in the life-giving rain.
I don't read the papers,
let them keep putting out their bad news,
sooner of later people will wise up,
they'll come to where
milk and honey are always flowing,
drink the sweet milk
at the coconut's center
instead of choking
on its hairy husk.
It's not my brand, God, it's yours,
it's not like I'm trying to take credit,
you're the sole bottler and manufacturer,
I only want a franchise,
I just want to move that bliss,
and work for you, Big Guy, forever
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