poetry by elliot

is god watching the world burn? 

is god watching the world burn? 

cremate ourselves willingly? 

watching the flames lick our very existence? 

or does she turn blind eye? 

ignoring the failure 

the pain 

the tyranny

is she sitting up there

with her back to the small blue marble we call home? 

or is she captivated? 

entranced by the *** we’ve created? 

watching us destroy

build 

then destroy again

or is she confused? 

examining, studying, wondering, and researching the flames? 

confused how we got ourselves into this mess 

and how in her holy name we are going to pull ourselves out

is she angry? 

setting up for a fight 

indecisive on whether or not she should make us feel her wrath

and ready to crush us with a flick of her dainty wrist

or is she unamused? 

unfazed? 

as she created us with the full intent of us sabotaging ourselves and our species

glancing at us lazily as we make the decision to ruin all she has created 

because to her life as we know it was all a teetering house of cards on the brink of 

collapse. 

so, if god is watching the world burn,

I hope her TV is as clear as the glass box we are 

suffocating

ourselves in.