I DON’T WANT TO BE GOD

I don’t want to be God

I don’t ever wish to be like God

Not even in my dreams do I want to be God

Because I know he must be bored

With many mouths pointed at him like a warrior with a determined sword

His ears must be irritating like going crazy hearing different crazy chords

There are many voices crying for food

There are many voices planning for hunger

There are many voices crying for children

There are many voices crying foul about their children

There are many voices crying for gold

There are many voices crying to go back to their peaceful poverty

There are many voices crying for health

And there are other voices crying for wealth

There are several voices screaming to do away with Satan

There are several who love Satan to a point of attributing their deeds to him

There are many who cry to be intelligent

And there are many who cry to have nothing to think of

Everybody needs something from God

Why will I want to be God?

I’d rather be a gourd which harbours palmwine and suffers from its sting

Than be He who cannot have a moment of peace nor rest

Perhaps because of ungrateful children

Or because of children who knows not what they want

Being me and adding to His woes best suits me.

By amoafowaa