Mankind has problems, vast, complex and intractable. We pray for help from a wide variety of Gods. But God, if he were God, might well find that all of our problems stem from one excess, which we could correct ourselves, if we only recognized it.
The imagery, of course, comes from growing up with thrice weekly sermons of hellfire and Armageddon ringing in my ears.
God, if he were God
God, if he were God,
Would call up troops of angels,
Asbestos wings and swords of fire.
And setting out to cleanse the Earth, would stamp
His heavy booted foot upon Jerusalem.
Where men of every race and creed
Cry out his name, while each the other rends.
There God, if he were God,
Would pause and see.
This crowded planet,
Where every baby born,
Every ailment cured,
Every life revived,
Compounds the horror
Of numbers grown
One alone is empty.
Two may reside in love,
Three, a family make,
And a hundred make a town.
But the numbers that beset this earth,
Create a taste of Hell.