if i were god

i couldn’t take it

the never ending

suffering and fear

the never ending greed

of the few

the animals chopped up and chewed

the garden razed

in total disrepair

no

i could no longer watch

or listen to the constant drone

of selfish prayer

no

i would grab my favorites

the animals

butterflies and bees

a few artists

a few gardeners

the lost

and the poor

raise my hand

and include all the trees

put the rest on a boat

cast them out

on a foreign sea

lost and alone

in a black hole in space

in search of a garden

called

me

me

me

they think they see it

off in the distance

perfectly round

spinning

and spinning

blues into greens

a beautiful dot

but sadly not

they are racing away

at very high speeds

and if i am god

i dust off the rot

stuck to my hands

the toxins

the plastics

the industrial complex

shake my head with a sigh

wave a big goodbye

to the genius

when created

i thought would be man

not monsters conspiring

to annihilate my land

— patty

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.