Hold your fist in anger to the sky,
and ask why oh why, ask why oh God,
have you not solved the problems of the world,
for apparently you took your time to create the universe,
and we have asked where you are,
and we have asked if you are there,
but you have never replied,
so, hold your fist in anger to the sky,
because God has never arrived in our times,
and I for one do not know why,
and I wish he would because I care about the Earth,
and surely if he cared, he would arrive quickly,
quickly to solve the world’s problems in the blink of an eye.