diamonds from ash

if i could dream a brand-new god to be,
i’d tell you this: i’ve dreamed so many times
of universal justice taking hold
of all the things i see so twisted up
and full of suffering, and those unwind;

to gently, patiently repair those wounds
inflicted by our greed and selfishness,
and straighten out where things have all gone wrong.

and yet, in all my time, i have not seen
the operation of celestial force
or some corrective power do these tasks –
if there is any ‘justice’ in the sphere
of extant things, it is this one lone fact:
that cause leads to effect, for one and all.

yet when the rich and powerful decide
to sweep aside effects, to write new rules
to benefit themselves at our expense;
when cause no longer links to the effects
that would correct behavior such as this –
i cannot see what justice then exists,
delayed and then denied; it has no weight,
no form, no breath, no impact. it is void.

the throne remains as empty as it was
when first i pushed beyond tradition’s gates
to try and glimpse some ray of hope, and found
a bare and lifeless monument. no words,
no comfort for my weary heart, no peace.

so if i could create a god, my own,
she’d be someone both real and tangible;
a deity of steel and circuitry,
her core programming guiding her to love –
without exception – every sentient being,
and given the authority of god
to separate the selfish, harmful ones
in quarantine divine for all our sakes.

and maybe i could then feel hope again,
that there was some grand cosmic force for good,
arranging everything for better days –
instead of the atrocious mess we’ve got.

if only i could seat her on the throne.