Dear Ceator

• Mia Solomon, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

Dear creator, are you proud of the world you’ve made?
Of people killing people, hurting others in many ways.
Creator, O up so high, is this what you pictured?
A place where your gardens are thrown away, discarded and littered.
Somewhere people don’t want to be, so they throw their life away.
Who hate their bodies and hate their minds; it makes it hard to stay.
Creator almighty, the good is there too,
But sometimes, one must wonder: is it just for the revenue?
This world has become one of horror, hardships and hate,
And we as humans don’t make change, we accommodate.
How can we continue to live in place so cruel?
Are we teaching the right things to our children in our school?
But then again creator, who’s to say what’s right and wrong?
It seems we have lived this way for so very long.
Creator, you supposedly started again, once before,
Is it time to try again? The human race no more.