God is an Astronaut

The stillness of the earth
waiting to be disrupted
Such a paradox we see everyday,
It's a shame we give it all away.

If there's a god out there,
watching over our heads
this is what he sees:
social failure,
poverty,
a little piece of heaven here and there,
but, as allways,
not for everyone,
just one or 2 percent that are lucky to have money.

It's useless,
in the end money won't buy us trees,
money won't bring back the fresh saltiness of the oceans,
nor the sweet breath of the wind blowing,
rivers will dry, and money will dry with them,
a useless piece of paper that used to buy us hapiness
and no longer does.

If there's the change of existing a God
he's an astronaut these days,
spectating the present
contemplating the future,
almost unable to intervein,
only following the course of the earth with his eyes
as it spins towards the end.

This is what we came to,
God is only a spectator to what we do with our world,
no matter how much we pray
there will come the day
where all of us will regret our reckless disrespect
and say out loud: Guilty as charge.

That day will be too late.