Born In Heaven

We drank a mixture of mud and sewer,

In golden wine glasses,

We lived on fertile land, slept in diamond-plated caskets, hungry.

Our deceased were to be cremated, then buried in mass graves.

We wore the most expensive designer clothes, yet we were always naked in our rags.

We spent a quarter of our day sitting with God,

with the end result of our souls not being saved nor served.

We no longer wanted to resurrect in 'heaven',

but to resurrect in a safe haven.

We had fathers who were neither our father figures nor male role models.

Ironically, we fathered most people's fathers.

We had biological mothers who never nursed us.

We had uncles married to our male friends.

Aunts engaged to their children.

And brothers who fathered their sisters' children.

We lived in a bright, colorful future

overshadowed by a dark, horrendous, and empty past.

We played baseball with eggs, using cricket standards.

We crossed the finish line of the marathon

but began a race without one.

We asked for forgiveness before sinning outside our beliefs.

Pain was a remedy for illness, which was caused by good health.

The opportunities were vast but fruitless,

producing abundant opportunities.

Our offspring were to believe in history, not in a future.

We wore white rags to funerals

and attended weddings naked.

Crime wasn't considered crime if done on time.

Mostly, we were displeased with our lives,

yet hated those who didn't envy our lifestyle.

We were the cream of the crop,

yet shared the field with weeds.

Our lives could have survived in a desert,

but with no existence at the end.

We were born in 'heaven' to live in hell.