The Fantasy

Wouldn’t it be nice
If God
Pushed his head
Through the clouds
(preferably on a Sunday)
And said:
‘War, torture, rape - cut it out!’
And 8 billion people
Would look up
In awe
And terror
And then he’d say:
‘Anyone who does it gets a one-way ticket to hell.’
And then he’ll pull his head
Out of our pond
And go lecture
Another doomed planet

But enough with
This fantasy