And this is sibling rivalry.
These wars, free enterprise
all bids for attention.
“Look, Daddy, look” we shriek.
And then we try flattery.
“Daddy, I love you,” we whine.
We will do anything to be the chosen people.
And God basks in this battlefield
Looks down and over from one to the other
Patting heads and smiling.
“You’re all my children,” he teases. “I love you all.
“You’re all so beautiful. I love you all the same.”