Poem To My Creator
(Man – Machine – God)
Small are we, such minds of insignificance,
Grey matters not for you gave us our magnificence
We play at being you oh master of molecules
While famous logicians tinker with silicon follicles
Atheist pray against you ever existing
They cannot hear the love they are resisting
Why bother build machines of lousy comparison
When we have warm wombs seeded in unison
Oh my Father, I seek you in the heavens,
Biblical word told me to watch for your awesome sevens.