Ode zum Reinigungsmittel (Ode to the Cleaners)

Why, oh why God,
Have you made,
Some to work and some to play?

Why have you made
The Pandora’s box,
The tear-washed faces of the youth,
The scheming men in ties and suits?

Then,
Why, oh why,
Did you make the hope that came along,
The small silver of good?

Then God,
Why do we have him there,
Crouched,
Knees beaten with arthritis,
His weather-beaten face?

Then why God,
Do we have blessed children,
Taunting him in the face,
Whilst all he did was acting,
A role in the play,
Desired for all to see?

He is an unknown actor, in this play,
The play of feelings, emotions,
It was a play not grossing millions away,
They why God,
Have you not made him the star?

He is, for all to see,
The greatest reason
Why cash followed in to us today.
They why God,
Have the politicians,
In their protocol clean suits
Claim the credit?

Then why does he continue?
Was it for the money and the coins,
So cold and dead?

With a tip of his cap,
He gathered his equipment;
Brooms and dustpans,
And left us,
The now clean roads of façade

Everyday, the birds will sing,
A song praising him.
And he knows of it,
Just like you, God, did too.

He will be back again,
Tomorrow and the day after.
However, please pray not,
One day,
He might stop,
And leave us our roads of broken façade.

By Kimberly Ang, 3F