My children once sat on my lap
and asked me who I am
I said: “Don’t ask me who I am
I am who I am
I am everything, I am nothing
I am greatness, I am emptiness
I am the sun, I am the sea
Don’t you see? I’m me.”
Not believing what I say,
they got up and walked away
I called and only a few heard
What I’d said and spread the word
Some worshipped me once a week
thinking it would redeem them
the world looked so bleak
I called them again
still they did not listen
they claimed to act in my name
And each time I felt the shame
they lied and said it was for the best
I, though, could not rest
To see my children flailing,
drowning in the deep, cold sea
I called once more
to see if they had changed
Immediately they were on the floor
praying for forgiveness
Such I could not stand
With a sigh and a moan
I waved my hand and
they saw they were alone
One they had felt so dear
Had in the wink of an eye,
decided to disappear
Leaving them to try
and live to be independent
The result was God sent
Soon enough, things were worse
In every country war broke out
All they did was curse
As with each other they did bout
The earth was devastated when
Dead were all men
I called to them
Asked them to listen to the word
I was not heard
They’d been wrong
Now they were all gone