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With all the hell that is going on in the world, sometimes I can't help but sit back and question an all-powerful, all-merciful god.


Submitted:Feb 17, 2009    Reads: 64    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   


There are criminals sighing
A sigh of relief
Escaping punishment
Based on erroneous belief
There is innocence lying
In a cell of grief
In wonder at the wrong
In terror and disbelief

There are little girls crying
Tears drawn from abuse
The pain and the horror
The blood and the bruise
There are humans dying
Too many to make the news
By people so ignorant
They kill by what you choose

There are women hiding
From men of the stalk
Fear ripping at their chest
And they quicken their walk
There are children buying
Deadly drugs in bulk
To satisfy a hunger
And replenish their stock

There are men fighting
Everyday for a cause
Fighting for freedom
Rebuilding life's laws
There are people rioting
Over a Great Leader's flaws
With burning flags
And ignorant jaws

There are babies starving
There are enemies bombing
There are poor begging
There are wealthy stealing

And through all this hating
Where is your god, so true?
The one you go to in times of hate
If he isn't helping, what does he do?





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