HELL TO PAY
There's hell to pay
in heaven today
A council has been
called
Someone's ass is on
the line
The Creator is
appalled
He stands before our multitude
With anger in His
eyes
It's rare we see this
attitude
From one so mellow
and wise
"Who decided to
take these lives
Small children and
their teachers?
Some were only as
young as five
With complexions
fresh as peaches."
Silence hangs like a London
fog
We've all become so
meek
I look around, we're
shy as dogs
No one wants to speak
"Tell me!"
God shouts and pounds his fist
"I need to
understand."
Slowly I start to
raise my wrist
And then I raise my
hand.
"It was I,"
I say, and rise from my chair
I'm pierced by looks
of derision,
Mouths drop open the
angels stare.
"It was I who
made the decision.
"I'm tired of
bodies mangled by war
Battered and bruised
and starved
I'm tired of AIDS
victims covered in sores
And people mangled in
cars
"I'm
tired of junkies and teenage ODs
And
old farts, long in the tooth
I'm
tired of smelling the stench of disease
I wanted
the sweet scent of youth."
After
I speak I sit back down
My
chest is heavy and tight
"Ach,"
says God, "you stupid clown.
Go,
get out of my sight."
My
shame is heavy as I leave
And
no one follows after
But
in the distance I perceive
The
music of children's laughter.
