One said, "It was a mechanical engineer. Just look at all the joints."
Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer. The nervous system has many thousands of electrical connections."
The last said, "Actually it was a civil engineer. Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?
Tracy P. Hamilton
Poem by Edwin Kagin,
Director for American Atheists, Kentucky
Dear Intelligent Designer,
Creator God of Everything, I hope Thee wilt not decline
To answer me my questionings of Intelligent Design.
I know that every living thing came from Thy mighty mind
That Thou created perfectly every life form that we find.
Some pious people tell me they have, through Thee, resolved
That Eden spawned all living things and that life has not evolved.
That each kind of Thy created works Thou did to finest form refine,
And human perfection clearly shows the intelligence of Thy design.
Creator God, please do explain the truths of I.D. to me
And why some flaw-free eyes Thou made need glass to clearly see.
Tell me God of Everything, for I know Thou cannot lie,
Why every perfect thing Thou made must one day age and die.
And why are joints, and backs, and bones subject to ruin and pain?
Why must heads ache, and kidneys leak, and blood vessels burst from
Why do we jettison out our waste so near the port of birth?
Why should any of Thy organs quit?
Were we designed just for Thy mirth?
Barely can we walk upright; most teeth will rot or fail.
And what does our appendix do? Did once we have a tail?
Why do some bodies attack themselves,
when from disease we might be free?
Tell me truly, God of Truth, were all our afflictions made by Thee?
Why does Intelligent Design make so many people fat?
Why have we not the grace or ease designed into the cat?