I cannot believe; I doubt I ever did.
And yet I doubt there is a god above,
that would ever dare believe in me.

This world makes no sense; I doubt it ever did.
There’s too much pain oozing through the places
where us humans dare to live and breed.

Burn it all, burn it now; wipe it clean from hell
that we children of the earth build upon her face.
Give this land back to the wind and rain.

Let mother Gaia be; go on people set her free;
We are best when and where we are not at all.
Imagine: pristine waters clean of our excrement.

I cannot believe; I doubt I ever will.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.