Was this Earth designed for life or death,
When wired up cheetahs surf the desert sands
Seeking prey to stave off hunger’s wrath?
This hunt’s repeated over all our lands.
And in deep seas of green we find the curse
Of being pursuer or of becoming prey.
Blood in water looks to me much worse
Yet God requires that we should kneel and pray
Rare flowers can snatch and eat the striped bee
Programmed by genes to fertilize and feed.
I grieve a violent God exacts a fee.
Loves to see his creatures as they bleed.
Nature soothes our souls when life’s all green.
Yet tigers spring and care not when we scream
How my heart sings 