How entertaining it must be for you,
First to create them miraculously, and then watch,
From somewhere high, above in the galaxy,
How they struggle, fight or fall prey to temptation,
You judge their actions by your standards.
Do you even understand,
The predicaments mortals face?
Can you feel their pain, shame, their dilemma?
Do you enjoy seeing them languish in agony,
Dying a million deaths every day,
Writhing in seizures, crying for mercy,
Being victimised, being hated, being used,
Lamenting their existence, cursing their lives,
Counting their weaknesses,
Fatigued by their every day chores?
who are they to question you!
They are nothing but putty in your hands,
Succumbing to what you ordain for them,
ungrateful, cynical, fickle, scared,
Just give them some more strength,
To forbear what you have destined for them,
you for what has been bestowed on them,
For you can do what you wish,
Controller of the universe, day and night,
of fate, the Almighty,
You are the Powerful One!