poetry from warren adler

Some Questions

Why didn’t He makes us generous and kind?

What do you suppose was in His mind?

Why so many choices?

Why so many voices?

Why so many races?

Why so many faces?

Why create the game of life

With so much pain and so much strife?

Perhaps it was not what He intended

And His plan got all upended

Could be His blueprints were all mangled

And the wiring got all tangled

Or maybe it was human error

We cannot say it was His aim

Or should He get all the blame?

Maybe so

Who’ll ever know.

-W.A.