Good Days

There have been times when everyone agreed:
Who's looking out for us? We're it. No gods,
No impish spirits in the lightning rods,
No force of nature throwing out its seed,
Just us. So we should heal the sick and feed
The poor, succour the indigent, poor clods,
Find empathy for all, rent boys and broads,
Hepcats and hippies, hipsters smoking weed.

Why pray to gods who send catastrophes?
Religion won't explain the suffering
Of newborn babes. Evil is on the wing,
But what omnipotent, good deities
Would let that happen? It makes my heart freeze,
While keeping up this ceaseless buffeting.