Napowrimo challenge – day 3 ….. ‘let’s turn our vision outward, and write fan letters. I challenge you to write a poem in the form of a fan letter to a celebrity.’
Well, I couldn’t think of a celebrity that I wanted to write a fan letter to, so I took a different slant and wrote a letter to God instead – Enjoy!
3rd April 2016
Hey there God, how are you doing?
I know, it’s been a while since you last heard from me.
So I thought I would drop you a line to let you know,
That I’ve been thinking about you lately.
I hope you are doing okay over there. I have been a bit concerned
That maybe you had an accident, but I’m sure I would have heard.
See you haven’t been in touch for a while, I guess you’ve been staying at home,
And I’m writing just to check that you’re not sad or feeling lonely.
Things must have been pretty awful since what happened to your son,
And mankind’s confines of confusion of which God or Goddess is the One.
Maybe, just like many of us, you’ve been struggling with mental health,
And in the interests of self-preservation you left us sitting on the shelf.
Perhaps you haven’t seen the news though I’m sure you’re omnipresent,
I imagine you might be muddled by the anti-psychotics and depressants,
And I know it’s a lot for me to ask of you, to look into our affairs,
Like me, you must be overwhelmed with filling forms, accounts and prayers.
But I do need to ask a favour of you, and I hope that you can help,
Because the privileged hold the devil’s hand while leading us all to hell.
Perhaps you haven’t seen the news or maybe you think it’s only gossip.
Have you heard about all the fighting? And what of those corporate temples of profit?
Have you seen what’s happening to the people we call the refugees?
No home or hope for them; twixt government and the deep blue sea!
Now, I’m not being funny, but even you have to admit,
That a lot of time has passed us by and you are getting on a bit.
Now really, I’m not trying to imply you’ve been dishonest,
But you have had your eye off the ball, so I think you might have missed
The inheritance that we were promised.
Well, I’m writing to tell you, it hasn’t come to pass!
The gentle and meek are far from blessed,
They are falling on their arses.