'' This Has Turned In To A Charade '' Poem by Bri Mar

If we were made in Gods image then it’s safe to say,
He won’t look the same as we do today,
Nowadays we have such a colourful display,
As each culture has a different shade.

There’s black and white and yellow and red,
Brown and pink we turn grey when we’re dead,
We go all sorts of colours when we’re interbred,
As all over the planet we’ve strayed.

As we‘re unable to remain in any one place,
It is going to affect the issues of race,
Next thing is breeding in outer space,
On the Earth he’ll wish we had stayed.

Little green men blessed with human traits,
Out there God knows what else awaits,
God help whoever’s on the pearly gates,
Saint Peter will be hard to persuade.

Your are not in Gods image how can this be,
A six foot green hybrid there in front of me,
I cannot honestly believe what I see,
The good lord will be dismayed.

He gave each and every one of you a place to live,
Yet you look as if you’ve been drained through a sieve,
When he sees what you’ve done he will not forgive,
I doubt if he will be swayed.

Being made in Gods image no longer applies,
What I see in you is such a surprise,
If nothing else you have opened my eyes,
I feel as if I’ve been betrayed.

Do you think he will find us incredibly odd,
Will he be reviled or will he applaud,
Could it be he’s a multi coloured God,
Exactly how will he be portrayed?

As the creator of all life came into the light,
What greeted him gave him a bit of a fright,
As his creations all came into sight,
He said, what a beautiful parade.

Despite all the lessons I have taught,
Very rarely did I say cannot,
Such a mixture of colours just couldn’t be bought,
This is a miracle I would not trade.

No need to go back to the drawing board,
With this mix of colours I will never get bored,
Normality in my image must not be restored,


‘’ I Adore A Colourful Cascade ‘’