Tom Higgins

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Only In The Minds Of Men


Whre is he when he's needed most
In times of the deepest despair
The father, son, or holy ghost
Why does he never prove he cares?

This god inwhich many still believe
Why has he never shown
Himself to those who suffer and grieve?
They're left to grieve alone.

Those victims of the endless wars
Drowning in the salt water of their tears,
All through the ages no divine pause
Was ever granted to calm their fears.

So this mighty and omnipotent one
Why does he never intervene?
When all other hope is gone
He has never, ever been seen.

So excuse me if I question why
You still believe he sees all,
When no matter how often millions die
He never comes to call.

Perhaps he's too busy to bother about
Our tiny speck of dust
On the outskirts of a small galaxy
In a universe of billions where he must

Have many much more significant
Worlds for him to care for.
Which would be why he's never sent
Help for any plague, or famine, or war.

What if perhaps it could be
That there is a much simpler solution?
And that this so called deity
Came only after man's evolution.

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 25, 2013

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