You claim to be almighty
the Father who will always forgive,
but you have a strange way of deciding
Who should die and who should live.
Half the world is starving
while the other half is getting fat,
as they consume the earth resources
chewing through it like a rat.
Old and young both dying of incurable disease,
you stand back and watch it
despite all the prayers and pleas,
All these people who have loved you
don't deserves such pain,
but you have no problem with it
as its plentiful as rain.
I see the tears and broken hearts
of loved ones left behind,
I see that look of empty eyes
and hatred in their mind,
You have the power to stop this,
which leaves me asking why?
yes its true I question you
me and ordinary guy,
I feel just like your son did
as blood ran down his face,
I'm questioning your intentions
for me and the human race.
©spor
again I hope I have caused no offence to any one in the creation of this piece.
feed back always welcome. :-)
