And then some

"God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging round this neighbourhood
See his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low"

Sometimes it feels that if there were a god up there in the sky, s/he left the phone off the hook eons ago. Human life no longer matters to the divine. We no longer strive to be accepted. And that is great in its own way. But depression is bad. I see a lot of believers who haven't been poisoned still thinking there is good in this world. It's worth fighting for, I suppose. Sometimes I want to give up.