I heard there's God,
That created the good and the odd,
Rules the affairs of all men but not with gun,
He created us with purity but we are stained by fraud.
History tells that he speaks on mountains,
But why haven't I heard him on peak of Mt everest,
Or my hear are too blocked to hear sounds of raging thunderstorms.
If there's God,
Why do devil caged us in clog?
Why do we have to move through the thorns to bring the good greens?
Why did he hide his face from his images?
Why are our brothers born crippled and poor?
Why did the visitor jumped on good men like frog?
Why do the privileged men werck the weak?
Sabbath days sold our rest and joined workweek.
At the of our journey on earth,
I wish our heart bursted to unveil our hidden thoughts,
I wish our un-sharable pains not be like childbirth...
...And in the end, God gives us unending happiness.
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