The watches from dusk to dawn greet the steamiest, seemiest of earth

With guardians of humankind recording crys accompanying cold mirth

Over torture and o’er bloodshed, over robbery and rape

The innocent all helpless to even make escape

Man down in the street! and an angel takes its flight

The record stands complete, down to a sparrow’s dying plight

Centuries have passed, iron grates are now of steel

We all sleep behind such bars, but only few of us still feel

Feel the exhuberant joy, freedom insists to morally proclaim

While humanity yet suffers on, and God gets all the blame

Making trades with God, or some soul-exchanging pact

Trusting Devil’s more humane to sycophants of his act.

We’re not left alone, though often it so seems

Like Jacob, we too, slumber with ladder-filling dreams

While our head’s upon a rock and we’re too far from home

And the desert night’s cold everywhere in exile we must roam.

Take us back to that ladder joining Jacob’s chill that night

And let the angel wings escort us as we climb upward to that light

If there truly is a heaven, an escape from this earth’s care

If you can’t rescue our bodies, let our spirit’s rest up there

Don’t wait for life’s sad ending, to escort what’s left above

Send an angel now to reach us, working through a human’s love .

Let there be more of kindhearted souls, include peacemakers, too

God, restore us back to Eden, or turn this earth into a zoo.

Let zoographic intentions of earth’s renewal be defined

And forgive it if I mention I’ve about just lost my mind.

I scares me just to think of the adder who’s next door

A lion loose in the streets, in the park, I’ve seen wild boar

With the scorpion living upstairs, the wolves camped out in the back

While a mad monkey acts as mayor, baboons gang up to attack 

The pistol packing hedghogs, the violent pack of rats

The crack-addicted mongrels, chase the caterwalling cats

When turtles run utilities, and tarantulas the banks

The road crews made of trailing snails, and army ants the tanks

Makes a bad name for creation, but they must wear our shame

Until a change in situation, corrects the focus of our blame

Is isn’t You that has so failed, that we demand some arbitation

But we who need to have our way, and damn the escalation

Of every evil, striping every hue, and every hellish curse

We’ve done it our way for so long, and it’s only gotton worse.

I wonder what would happen, if we’d confess to cherished sins

Then ask for intervention, and see then what change begins?