The world is made by people, the Earth is made by God.
We call Ireland the ould sod.
The world has walls and wars and borders and barriers, man made.
The Earth has Sun and showers and daylight and shade.
God favours virtue, we don’t follow his advice.
When it comes to the point we choose vice.
Cheer up, it might not happen, it already has said some lad.
Oh well, what the Hell, who is sane and who is mad?
Apparently in this world God is a dirty word.
How far have we travelled from the sublime to the absurd?
Oh love, oh truth, oh common sense.
Who worships in thy name, who sits on the fence?
Far be it from me to say I’m any better.
I mean this poem to the last letter.
What have I achieved, to what do I aspire?
20th July, 2018