Suspension of Disbelief

Incipient laughter of life
He smiles and looks at his wards in rife
Is there a moment although very brief
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

His creation is at the throes of warring paths
some appointed sentinels of the massacre and others aghast
Will he cry over the deads in a heap
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

The playwright so immaculate
and his play so difficult to insinuate
will he watch the humanity trudge in a sorry creep
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

I am mortal yet I am God
in a setting inherently so odd
Will he watch my last strain of blood drip
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

Sullen slumber has us in shackles
Our heads against the bloody barrels
Will he watch silently slip us in this perfidious grip
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief