Willy Nilly

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till they dropped!
Life’s a pickle, dilly.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?

 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
They say I should worship you!
Oh, really!
They say I should pray
so you’ll not act illy.
Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
 

Published by The New Formalist, Poet’s Corner, The Road Not Taken, Charlie Hedbo Poetry

Reviews

[B. C. Carlson]

What is the point of prayer to salve the bad if all inevitably ends in death? Is death the god of god? (If one believes in god). Lots of thought provoking questions in this one - thanks for sharing.

[Michael R. Burch]

If there is a Creator, he/she/it doesn't seem to care about human or animal life and suffering. But of course no one "knows" if there is a Creator, or not. We shouldn't be afraid to ask the questions. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!