One question

Why do we look for god to doctor
Say bad is the devil -stead of looking in the mirror to own blame

This murmurs in my maunder – as I wonder on the manner
How to give our world -the perfect panacea

Where all of life is lovely – the days are always spring
And the nights bring starlit promises to bear

Let love become the cure – and tolerance the tone
And mankind learn the value of true care