God’s Own Foot Stool

The earth is such a home
Harbouring a numberless number
Of dwellers so sandy in number
 
The earth is such a mother
Bearing all the afflictions
Imposed on her by nations.
 
The earth is such a lover
And such a open lover
Laying ever so naked
For any willing husband
Who would rather rape and
Leave her dejected.
 
The earth is such a timer
And such a perfect timer
Counting perfectly the
degrees, seconds
Through the days, years
To the centuries and
millenniums.
 
So if earth be a mother,
A lover and timer
And obviously a home
Then someone made it so.