We are all God’s children

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.”