the world's
prayer
heavenly father
creator of rhetoric
maker of question and doubt
forgive me for my ignorance
wash me of my sin
for i do not understand
how there is rhyme and rhythm…
or hydrogen…
or water…
or vegetation…
or mammals…
or plato…
or darwin…
or war…
or genocide…
or child prostitution…
why give me the ability
to see this
while at the same time
asking me to believe that
this malfunctioning masterpiece
of handcuffed chaos
is intentional
understand my transgressions
oh mighty lord
for, had i known this farce
i would not have spent adulthood
turning someone else's soil
to pay for widgets
with paper and plastic
let me take on this burden
alone
oh mighty one
for my brothers and sisters
sleep well at night
in the conviction
that there is something
or somewhere
better than the here and now
oh holy c.e.o.
cast away my doubts
that your sheep will tithe
their lives and hopes
even their paper and plastic
to your cloaked vice presidents
for everlasting dividends on
their long term investment
for i, your lowly servant
will take the truth with me
be at ease lord
know that
when 6 feet of soil
is packed on top of my box
full of the soon-to-be forgotten
you will receive me
as i have always been
naked and alone
amen
