Iíve come to the conclusion of late
That life can be tiresome or great
Each morning with the sun in the sky
I muse for a moment and ask why?
Why it is one god has different meanings
Depending on your particular leanings
Weíre lent on this earth for a very short time
And I canít understand the reason or rhyme
That causes man to kill and to maim
When deep down weíre all the same
Whatever our race, colour or creed
To be loved is our greatest need.
It doesnít take much to realise
Who are the stupid, who are the wise
And who will walk through heavens gate
Iíve come to that conclusion of late.
© Anthony T Channing 2006