High atop a mountain peak,
I sit alone I do not speak.
Looking out across the land,
at too much grief to understand.
Confusion, chaos, silent rage,
madness, hatred, fill the stage.
If I were God, what would I say,
to see my children, act this way.
They argue, fight, connive and steal.
Torture, maim, some rape, some kill.
The human-race, the greatest gift,
our mother earth, the hardest hit.
For creatures here who share this place,
it is way too much to contemplate.
A teardrop falls upon my cheek,
for I'm the one THEY call a beast.