I’ve just come across a poem I wrote years ago –
Seriously, there’s a great deal wrong with heaven:
No disclosures of the real nature of heaven. It could be like Belsen for all you know.
No life map
No glands, no sex urges, no joy or terror, no emotions at all
Not even desires, not even likes and dislikes
No meaning, goals, problem solving, point to anything
Compulsory adoration of the administration
No voting out the administration to improve things
Nothing left to talk about
When the universe expires, nothing to look at
Just the promise of trillions of years then quadrillions then .... all of them the same.
I’m not a volunteer,
Are you? Why?
Heaven
One hundred
billion
years on
what will you say
to your true love ?
One hundred
billion
years on
what will you say
to your true love ?
Seriously, there’s a great deal wrong with heaven:
No disclosures of the real nature of heaven. It could be like Belsen for all you know.
No life map
No glands, no sex urges, no joy or terror, no emotions at all
Not even desires, not even likes and dislikes
No meaning, goals, problem solving, point to anything
Compulsory adoration of the administration
No voting out the administration to improve things
Nothing left to talk about
When the universe expires, nothing to look at
Just the promise of trillions of years then quadrillions then .... all of them the same.
I’m not a volunteer,
Are you? Why?