After Thanksgiving Dinner <br />her husband Howard <br />left the kitchen <br />went to watch <br />Lawrence of Arabia <br />then my sister began <br />“The Zumbergs are the lowest scum <br />on the face of the earth <br />more money than God <br />and they treat you like dirt, <br />but God loves the Zumbergs <br />otherwise why would <br />He make them rich <br />and make me poor...” <br />My three year old niece <br />interrupted my sister saying, “We not poor.” <br />“No, no, we’re not poor, darling.” <br />my sister having forgot <br />Howard was terrified of <br />that word. Suddenly <br />a confused and painful look <br />flooded my sister’s face. “Why does <br />God love the Zumbergs <br />if they are the lowest trash <br />on the face of the earth? This is the question <br />I ask myself every night <br />before sleep <br />not every night <br />but a lot of nights. Why do such <br />DISGUSTING <br />people <br />have so much money? ” She paused <br />and looked around. No one gave <br />an answer but by now she’d worked <br />herself into frenzy, “I’M WAITING. <br />WHY DOES GOD <br />LOVE THE ZUMBERGS? <br />I could understand it if <br />they had a shred of decency <br />but they don’t. The whole DISGUSTING <br />bunch of ‘em <br />one worse than the other <br />five to five I put my pen down <br />and Arnold...that worm...yells at me, <br />‘I’M NOT PAYING YOU <br />FOR HALF A DAY.’ <br />If I told Howard <br />he’d go up there and punch him out.” <br />I said serenly, “There’s no God <br />no one UP THERE <br />creates Fate <br />that’s ours to do <br />ours alone. I repeat <br />no God.” <br />My sister gasped <br />face turning chalk white <br />finger pointed at the ceiling <br />finally saying, <br />“Quiet <br />He’s listening.”<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-safer-place/
