I sometimes wonder what he thinks,

While he’s looking down at us,

I wonder if he ever turns his head

In pure disgust?

If we call him God or Ala,

Would he care?

As long as we all did his will,

And spoke to him in prayer,

Does he regret I wonder,

That he gave us all free will,

When he sees us use this precious gift,

To rob or maim and kill?

I wonder if his teardrops,

Ever take the raindrops form?

And when his heart is broken,

Do we see it in the storm,

If you were he, or I were he,

I wonder how we’d feel,

If the ones that we had given life,

Then doubted we were real,

If for every tragedy,

We always got the blame,

Yet few in times of happiness,

Would once recall our name,

Could we forgive as often,

As our creator always does?

I wonder, yes I wonder,

What the master thinks of us?.

By S.E.Ralph

28-7-2006