Accept 'em Back Into Your Heaven, O Lord!

Your creation stands unparalleled,

My Lord! This second heaven;

Is indeed a better home to be dwelled,

I stand aghast and mesmerised

With my heart sweetly surprised,

You have woven artistically;

rivers, mountains, forests and creatures.

  

The history has a rueful story to tell

Of you creating and leasing the land to them,

The rude owned, modified and now sell

Your world for his own benefit,

Welshing your deal; making life unfit

O Lord! Throw the justices' stem,

And equalise them, O Benefactor!

Innocents are searching you, The Creator

Days and nights—from set to dawn—

The mundane world's inspirer.

On earth, they won't find you, I know

Unless they themselves find them now,

Come lord, descend gently down

Know your mistakes of early leaving.

What's the need of having you, My Lord

If you are a lord of no goodness,

There are rascals to kill and places to filter;

Not the villages' innocents and their homes,

Be selective Lord, in planting human genomes;

Understand me Bush's rudeness and Binladen's madness

Chinese's stubbornness and Dalai Lama's struggle.

Come on Lord, tell me what I ought to do,

Make use of your power—omniscience,

Not even a second's ado

Or the world shall burn in red,

Show me where beasts fled

What's nuclear? What's science?

Give me light, Give me Wisdom, My Lord!

What blessings does a straw-made God possess?

A shapeless mud? A ringless wood?

Connecting our hearts to you has a long process

For stones resembling you are born heartless,

They pray you My Lord—truly limitless—

As you were once sung by Milton;

What if you alter your woeful mood, forgive,

And accept them back into your heaven?