The Man Upstairs Poem by Uche Nwanze

He sees everything before the seer does.
He knows everything before it happens.
He may sit upstairs but his eyes catches everything.
Nothing happens without his knowledge.
Why would he allow the rich trample on the poor.
Why would he allow evil triumph over good.
Questions begging for answers.
Why would he allow a pestilence like this affect our world.
Why would he allow the Prince of Hades and his underlings to open the gates of the underworld.
The man upstairs even in his benevolence,
Why is there so much hunger and anger.
Has the man upstairs turned his back on us?
If I could climb upstairs, I will ask him.
If I were to meet him, come save us from this wreak.
My heart racing, millions of questions unanswered.
The man upstairs sits upstairs the world his couch.
Humanity losing hope, is he still up there, question on her lips.
Why would he allow brother cut down brother for lucre.
Why would he allow Fathers sell the seed of their loins for gold.
Why would he turn a blind eye, even mothers their breasts no longer give suck to their children.
Millions of questions hungry for answers.
The man upstairs, are you still there?
Why allow nations at each others throats?
The man upstairs, if you're still there come down and save us from this purge.
The man upstairs, if you can but hear me come over or our world be buried in rubbles.
The man upstairs, If I could call you on your cell.
The man upstairs, Come before it gets dark.
A little late and and your creation will lie in ruins.
The man upstairs, come downstairs or we will all perish.