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And who is God ...

And who is God

When I was young ...
I asked my teacher ...ma'am why does the Earth have human beings...
and why there are no more Earths elsewhere ....
there must be

she said
No there is only one Earth and God made it

I asked who is God.

she put a finger on her lips....shh shh shh

today I read some news

NASA says 4.2 billion Earths elsewhere....
I think

God must be a factory man

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

Ian.T

11 years 8 months ago

Loved

Same answer:-
Answer
Naturally!! lol
Number 42
Comments need a lot of work to become poems young bard, are you being lazy.?????
Yours Ian.T

mand

11 years 8 months ago

We might need those other

We might need those other Earths the way we humans are destroying this one! :)

Interesting and thought provoking. ( something I've come to expect from your poetry ).

Love Mand xxxxx

Seren

11 years 8 months ago

Loved

I have to agree with Ian this is a little messy and its not pleasing to the eye but saying that the content is there again you just have to craft it and hone it till it shines like a new penny

see what you can do eh ? ;)

love JC xxx

loved

11 years 8 months ago

I will do ...what happened

to the other one
you promised to polish

Seren

11 years 8 months ago

you may have to remind me I

you may have to remind me I have been gone for a while ? ;)

JC xxx

loved

11 years 8 months ago

a reminder

as desired This is the second one thanks again

William Saint George

11 years 8 months ago

Hi loved

I liked this poem up until "A great manufacturer too".

I felt the factory man was a stronger, more powerful ending. God being removed from the lofty position religion has put him to that of a common factory worker is a really powerful image.

Nice poem though :D

loved

11 years 8 months ago

Eyes behold

they scold
and
a poet is sold
amended
till god is powerful