When The World Was Created Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called wars;
Not on our tiny planet; not on the enormous stars.
Whether or not it was anticipated,
It is not in line with the perfect plan,
And the sole creature to blame for this is man.

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called poverty;
With much dignity, the earth was man’s property.
But the angels and demons debated,
And now I dare say the earth is the Devil’s;
And man deprives man, to satisfy his selfish will.

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called diseases;
Not a body that bleeds; not a heartbeat that ceases.
But from man evil emanated,
And he falls sick as part of the price;
And he cannot blame the skies, or the lovely flies.

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called hatred;
In and with love, man was guided and led.
But sadly hatred germinated,
And the price to pay for it is colossal,
More so now that weapons of death are at his disposal.

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called pain;
Not to the body or brain, yet the skin was plain.
But man and sin met and dated,
And sin taught man this very strange act,
Which has stuck to him as a matter of fact.

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called disasters;
No earthquakes, or volcanoes, or tsunamis as masters.
But man’s will for evil was elongated,
And the earth, with the weather as its voice
Did as man deserved; it did not have a choice.

When the world was created,
There was nothing in existence called death;
No Reaper in a black cloak to take away man’s breath.
But man cleverly emancipated
Himself from a life of absolute perfection,
To a mortal life of momentous dejection.