"But you are never sad"
Oh Bless you, dear sir!
It's the world and its weight
That I bear so desperately!
The tragedy, not of my own,
But of all that is unjust and evil
Of the lives and dealings of man - and woman- folk

Pray, stay a while
And think of the poor
Those caught in widening inequality
Devoid of happiness,
In materials rich but spiritually lost

Pray, bid goodbye
To rainforests
The creatures of God within
Mercy to their own natures
As they are to us and ours

Pray, let us be merry
Nevermind the pain
Mother Earth is wailing
And I will join in this cry
With a howl of my own

But first.
First a drink or four
To numb reality
- as so many do, life being unbearable
My braincells have been used
For observing the bitterness and greed
And this is too much
For this young lady to bear.

Pray, God will hear you
As God is love and light
And surely he, or she, or it, tries
But we are out of bounds
Munching on our outcast apple
If we found Eden now
We would log the trees,
Drill for buried treasure,
Put the creatures on display
Behind bars
- As if it were their crime, not ours!
Or, failing these,
It would be the destination
"Paradise is just a plane ride a way...
And here is where our first sin took place,
Would anyone like a bite of the very same apple?"
Too late, no need to offer, we've been munching away for centuries.

No place too sacred.

No place untouched.