Letter from God to Mankind

You ask me why I'm not there,
You ask me why I don't care,
About the raging fires so destructive,
About a hateful world's perspective.

You question my silence about the terror,
As the earth is shaken by tremors,
You wonder if I'm blind to the tears,
Refusing to see the growing fears.

Go ahead, accuse me of scripting the tragedies,
Indict me of finding no cure for the maladies,
Label the hand that destroyed the homes as mine,
Blame my fingers for drawing the border lines.

But when you run out of vices and hatred,
When you end your fight over places so sacred
The day there'll be nothing left to destroy,
No conspiracies to hatch, left with no ploy

Know that it wasn't me, it was you
The one who turned grey the sky I had created blue
Dripping drops of blood have made crimson the sea
What you set out of become, what you turned out to be.