How I Came To Be

He sat there, as he had on many occasions.
This time it was different, his mind wasn’t on what the newest trinket or frivolity was.
He thought how right and wrong
Of good and evil
And how, he had done wrong.

He turned to God
The only source of morality he ever knew
Unquestioning in his belief
He knew he’d have something from it

Above his bed there was a cross
A Caucasian messiah nailed to it

He condemned himself
He condemned others

And he prayed
To a psychic being in the sky
He prayed
For happiness to all