This Struggling Earth
If there is a creator, he’s a very sad sack
As he sees what is happening and then looks back
To notice history is again repeating.
Instead of his plan of peace and love for each other,
The religions are competing!
The holy land that once was is now nothing but dirt
Where hatred is rampant and people are hurt.
Christians, Jews and Arabs all lay claim
To common sand loaned by their creator since they were once the same.
But books written by men profess to be God,
Proclaiming rights not right on their common sod.
Hunger for power and wealth sadly determine worth.
The creator’s peace and love are farther away than ever on this struggling earth.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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