See the nature is being insane,
By seeing it’s children in pain.
Palliating it’s anger and strain.
Choosing to subdue through rain.
See, my Lord is crying again.
It is else’s ail that he is feelin’.
Maybe we killed a child in the womb.
Or pulled down a life, let us assume.
Probably saw a crime in the neighbor.
Girl being undressed in front of the abuser.
Somewhere death overcame hunger.
Somewhere life gave up in anger.
Someone found life in death.
Someone fell short of breath.
We parted the lovers, killed an innocent or cut down the trees.
God is weeping for mercy. Please!
Don’t provoke him to show his rage.
He will not suffer for our mistakes.
Stop today and conclude it now.
It is not yours. It’s his anyhow.
I hope that we deserve to be called by that name. But are we still human?
We have turned insanely wild, monstrously destructive and pathetically inhuman. We were supposed to live a human life. God named us human because he made us one. Human- who is kind, lawful, apparently different from an animal.
It is high time now. All of the nature is pleading us to be what we are meant to be. God has given us enough chances. Let us change before he decides to change.