The Book

Oh please say there’s a book somewhere

leant up against an upright chair

where sits a man with solemn air

who does what he must do.

Oh, please say in this distant land

this solemn man with careful hand

writes in the book and understand

all that he writes is true.

And please say he sees everything,

each tiny waif, each mighty king

and swear his diligence will bring

to all what they are due.

Oh, please say that this does exist,

this solemn man with endless list,

ensuring nothing’s ever missed

and nothing’s paid in lieu.

And please say justice will prevail,

this book succeeds where humans fail

so those who leave a sordid trail

will not now jump the queue,

whilst those who’re barely recognized

will be esteemed and highly prized,

their hopes and dreams now realized,

about to start anew.

Oh solemn man if you’re out there

and if you do define what’s fair

then I can rise from mute despair

and change my point of view.

My purpose now will be quite clear,

I’ll live a life devoid of fear,

relying just on you to steer

my vessel safely through.

Oh, solemn man this might seem odd,

I’m grateful for the path you trod,

but please don’t say your name is God

I don’t believe in you.