'' Nothing More Nothing Less '' Poem by Bri Mar

Listen with care,
I don't wax lyrical,
Who put you there,
To perform that miracle.

You would have died,
It must have been God,
I don't mean to deride,
But isn't that odd.

If you've free will and choice,
Why intervene,
Is it just to rejoice?
To let doubt convene.

Does it cause ado,
To know you're still here,
Why save you,
While others disappear.

For each one saved,
Millions will perish,
I find it depraved,
One miracle you'd cherish.

For millions undone,
He doesn't get blamed,
For saving just one,
He should feel ashamed.

Those left distraught,
Then pray to their lord,
Who will never be caught,
Does that strike a chord?

You've been saved from death,
By your deity, a stranger,
As you take a deep breath,
Ask, who placed you in danger?

No gods are great,
They cause nothing but stress,
You're still here due to fate,

‘' Nothing More Nothing Less ‘'