A Benevolent God

He’s a Benevolent God, you say.
He’s going to help us poor and downtrodden
With His passion and warmth.
And yet, you condemn the many who need the most
Because they do not fit His desired image.

He’s a Benevolent God, you say.
He’s going to protect the young and the innocent
From the vilest of souls.
And yet, you casually cast them to the flames
While hiding burnt matches and kerosene in His name.

He’s a Benevolent God, you say.
He’s going to unite us all now and forever
In His Glorious Kingdom.
And yet, you eagerly burn bridges and family trees
To gather kindling for His Holy Fire.

He’s a Benevolent God, you say.
I am one of His faithful chosen, and He
Will never hurt me.
And yet, His eyes have turned upon you
For you are all that’s left standing in the rubble of His making.

He’s a Benevolent God, you say.
Wait.