The Data Base Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

I went to the temple
To meet him
He was busy with his
Gignatic data base,

Registering new files
For new born ones,
Deleting old files
For dead ones,

Entering, cutting, adding and adjusting
Billions of data of creators of him
At the death of a man a report is sent
Unto the gates of hell or heaven,

A judgment be given on
Peter, Rosaline, Ahmed and Patel...

The day Peter stole an apple,
The day Rosaline beat her doggy,
The day Ahmed seduced the lass,
The day Patel lied to his mother,

All should be kept in records
Within this gignatic database.