Evil Paternity Suit

We love life’s 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 life’s 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 — 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 God’s power,

And none to what He can know,

Folks can’t claim creation is God’s,

Unless evil He created also.    

 For whatever has created life,

Is responsible for every whit.

They can’t 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 God’s hand or evolution’s ages

That cripple, leave lives disheveled.

If faith allows God no malevolence,

Then the blame must be on evolution —

Claims indifference to good and evil,

Does therein lie perfect solution?

Do we blame evolution’s 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 can’t 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 evolution’s work

On the body, not the soul.

So we have two suspects for evil:

God’s advocates blame the devil.

Evolution freely admits its fault,

Doesn’t 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!