Evil Paternity Suit
We love lifeís joys, its beauties,
Its warmth and love, when healthy,
We revel in the freedom to do,
Spirituality makes us wealthy.
We love all these fine things, my friend,
But when we look at lifeís existence,
We must acknowledge the other side,
That bedevils us with persistence.
There are dangers, hazards, nuisances,
Waiting without warning to pounce,
Wrest tons of happiness away,
Residue measures the ounce.
But here I speak of another evil,
That of infirmity not of our deeds,
Of genetic weaknesses inherited,
And maladies born from this seed.
There is sadness, disease, and death,
If not now, then matter of time,
Until these pestilences visit us,
Often no reason or rhyme.
Evolution said to offer itself
As incremental creation mother,
That over eons of time gone by,
Morphed one species to another,
And in so doing, has left loose ends,
Extra parts, genetic spaghetti,
Favors most life in fertility years,
But chops older folk to confetti.
God is an alternative suspect,
Who is said to have in 24/6,
Built species directly from scratch,
Only does good ó evil is tricks
By a fallen angel named Lucifer,
Whose aim is to stir up trouble,
That man buys Satanic temptings,
And his life is turned to rubble.
But with no limit to Godís power,
And none to what He can know,
Folks canít claim creation is Godís,
Unless evil He created also.
For whatever has created life,
Is responsible for every whit.
They canít cherry-pick the good,
And credit a devil with sh*t!
Either God or evolution authors evil
By making bodies weak and ill,
We can best know which one it is
By examining the crimes bill.
So, in judgment we will sit today,
With charge of evil-doing leveled
At Godís hand or evolutionís ages
That cripple, leave lives disheveled.
If faith allows God no malevolence,
Then the blame must be on evolution ó
Claims indifference to good and evil,
Does therein lie perfect solution?
Do we blame evolutionís selections,
Those tiny variances from norm,
That accumulate into major change,
For happy fit, or disastrous form?
Or something in between, perhaps
A dead end path to no real gain,
Or merely a tortuous route
To death, disease and pain?
Ninety-nine plus percent of species
That ever lived on this blue earth,
Are now extinct, a few fossils trace
To determine their intrinsic worth.
Evolution wraps itself in pass/fail,
Incompetence or a successful chain,
Cuts no slack for any one or thing
That canít survive again and again.
But cut of its jib, its harsh demeanor,
Puts some folks off, if love they demand,
Of woven fabric of natural law,
Or how physics affects chance hand.
Humanism is nobility, ethics,
Standards of conduct and morality goal,
But this in spite of evolutionís work
On the body, not the soul.
So we have two suspects for evil:
Godís advocates blame the devil.
Evolution freely admits its fault,
Doesnít blame others or revel.
Evolution has taken oath,
At the bottom, has signed its name,
So with its true confession given,
To evolution assign the blame!