God is not above perjury and war: A poem 

You must know 

that my innocence is my defence 

Yet, I am not unable to fend for myself 

My blindness has an agility 

that, somehow, manifests in imperfect, perfect timing 

I am a joker, and most times, a deliberate fool 

I know how to foil my own victory 

It is not compassion, but a will to foster protection 

My grief at this helplessness is also my humour 

Evil may feel proud to congratulate its own machinery of treachery 

But it is deluded 

I am a celebrant 

too busy and dispassionate to celebrate my own few victories 

But I am not frustrated when I am compelled to prop up my enemies 

Activity is an ongoing procession, if not progression 

You can say the fool in me is vindicated by the deception of deception 

But I must add, humanity is not only wicked by its means 

It also acquires wickedness by its affiliations 

You can see that common ignorance is not only the enemy 

But its propagation is the worst crime against destiny 

And some of you may sit on high stools to judge 

But there is no incriminating proof in your evidence 

Because ultimate truth is no consort of your logic 

How many of you sit on the floor to self-judge? 

God accepts the blame; but he only commits perjury for the sake of providence 

You may all wonder how God permits war 

There is a subtle wisdom in conflicting interests 

that justifies God when he timely uses his own sword