always asks ‘why’.
Who made the sky?

“Nobody,” is a current
or modern-day reply.

“It just is. It just appeared.”
A response he doesn’t understand.

But won’t or can’t
begin to deny.

“Who made the stars,
the birds, and the bees?”

“Nobody,” again.
The answer with ease.

In other words,

no one to obey.
Just do what you what.
Just not another one slay.

One day this child heard
his mother to his father
on the phone say:

“Oh my goodness!…
Thank you, dear!

A new SUV?
We really need!

Who
made it?

Mercedes?” When she saw
her child spinning in glee

shouting aloud:

“Nobody!
Nobody!”

For even a child
can in innocence see

that everything has a maker
even if given
a personal name

claimed:

“No
body.”

A belief persisted
from a disobedient
spirit creature

shamed

determined
to conceal

his father’s
existence
and His glorious
name

as many a rebellious child
in answer arrogantly
proclaims:

“I’m from nowhere
and nobody.”

To his family’s honor
dishonor

or in anger
defame.