You can scream, shout, and cry,
You can even choose to die.
He won't hear your pleas,
He's too busy with others,
Starving children, intoxicated mothers.
It's too much for one man--or God.
The world erupts in flame,
He's the one you should blame.
He put us here to suffer and to sob.
To endure heartbreak and death.
And to witness too many last breaths.
Blame him,
Don't worship to him.
Scream his name,
Find another to bow to.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoesíaPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
