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 sea 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 their genes this way to feed.
I grieve a violent God exacts a fee.
Even loves to see his creatures as they bleed.
Nature soothes our souls when life’s all green.
Yet tiger springs and cares not when we scream