God talks to the Archangel Gabriel

 

"Cold and frosty, wet and wild,

I gaze on my first and only child

Creating lands, birds and beasts

Has for me been such release

Of pent up love and emotion

Now it moves as if in slow motion.

For man has sinned; ate fruit forbidden,

Created now his fetid midden

A place of doubt, inconsistency

A world no more to do with me.

Trust is lost, and when it's gone

What is left but flesh and bone?

Each human now has just a 'span

To do their best to work and plan

At their own version of a better world

But oh! Just what has man unfurled?

Turkey twisters, the Daily Star,

CFCs, the motorcar

More pollution and more hurts

Fumes and dust and smog alerts,

Marketing and TV ads,

Promoting things and fuelling fads.

Hunger, pain, inequality

Injustice, loans, home equity.

Was he aware of what he did?

Yes, of course! He was no kid.

Hunger, thirst and warming ice

I showed to him these warnings thrice.

But did he listen, did he hear?

Not one iota did he care.

For man his path was into the void

He's such a selfish anthropoid.

There's always more he did presume

Until the lot he had consumed.

All the water, all the air

The beasts and birds did disappear.

And man? Did he stop and listen?

Did he do what he'd been bidden?

Did he hear the final bell?

Did he Gabe? He created Hell!

And once in Hell incarcerated

Was his behaviour moderated?

Not a bit, not one jot,

Still on he wittered

Though now it mattered not.

Looking for still more to gain

To market fire and death and pain.

From all of this what did result?

A lesson learned, now more adult?

No, not at all, nothing, naught,

Rien, big zero, zilch and nada

Except perhaps he should try harder."