Poem #6

                       I know you have made,

Sky, Mountains and oceans,

     With lovely canopies of greens,

But all you are making fade,

  Still you call a spade a spade.

          You made me , you made thee,

              Taking no penny as fee,

                   You made ravines along valleys,

                You made mates along hates,

                Still you call a spade a spade.

You made stars not for wars,

You made sisters not for brothers,

You made birds without words,

You made earth not so worth,

Still you call a spade a spade.

                 Yet I know that you are brave,

                  Getting all guns under  a cave,

                  Which is something very grave,

               Oh| almighty you could wave,

   Still you call a spade a spade.

                   If you wish to have some dish,

                 May I offer you an angelfish?

                   If you bear then leave me here,

            For Stacy to take her care.

            Now I call you a spade spade.

(b2raina)