Another God poem

Another poem on God
(Part 67)

God must be dead
or in a drunkard's sleep
with enough alcohol in Him
to kill off every zebra,
make them extinct.

Your silent preys
won't awaken him
or pleas for help

This is the way He
wants the world
or He'd change it.
In a heart beat
of a Humming bird.

So pile those bodies
as high as you can
woman and children first.
Then torch them
to stop the spread of some
new disease
He's' blessed us with.