Can I please take a moment to complain?
For the child in the streets groaning in pain
Will, zeal and choice of a man?!
And for he born without an arm
Will, zeal and pleasure of whom?
I see they; some, that rose above the gloom
Above the curse to the shame of me
Pessimist; too blind to ever see -
Beyond the millions dying deprived
My mind muddled without disguise
For this once Lord, permit me ask “why?”
Though I know thy ways do not lie
But I wander amid death, shame, sorrow
Not to cease now or…
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Posted on February 27, 2008 at 9:55am — 1 Comment