Descendants of Adam

Never have Sapiens

Been so disparaging

Descendants of Adam

Obscured by him

Shocked with the

Spectacle of power and greed

God sent

Crusader of peace

Messenger of His

Bastion of amnesty

He, falling from the sky

Struck by the lighting

Thrown by the sea

Landed on earth

Got a taste of being

Chained and un-free

Watched them

Hanging at the end of their rope

Everyday hitting a lowest low

Lies after lies after lies

"But thank God! Don't have Pinocchio's nose!"

He ascended from earth

With no answers to give

Except

"Shak's said it's all a play

Maybe the world don't need saving

Just to be entertained

Before all are slayed"

The God, behind the eight ball

Pondering

"What did I create?"

I ask Him

"Does it sting?

Maybe it's the result of your own doing."