Struggling with ReligionA Poem by DanielFor a while now I have had many opposing view points on the basis of a religion and this is just my way of letting it out and expressing my feelings.
Take a second-
Imagine a needy white mother asking God for a blessing/ Step back a minute- And you'll spot her in the club with a strange man undressing/ The night, how she'll spend it- On her back, in a bed of a man she'd never met/ So what does this mean for the rest of it?/ Does she get her blessing?/ Will she be left guessing?/ What is it to a prostitute to ask for a blessing, even though she knew not to be out and undressing- She never gets it. Take a second- Imagine a child, in a horrific war zone praying for safety/ Step back a minute- See the bombs bursting, the fires, and the bullets flying lately/ The night, how he'll spend it- Fetal position, praying for his life to not be ended/ So what does this mean for the rest of it?/ Will there be an end to the fighting?/ Will he be left guessing?/ What is it for a child to ask for safety in a conflict he did not start but he is sensing- He never gets it Did the war-zoned boy get safety, no he did not/ Did the mother get her blessing, no she did not/ There are similarities here that are plain to see/ The child did no wrong, but only to live, to breath/ While mother did what was needed, just to provide for her kids/ Neither of these obtained aid- From a higher being, or from what the taxes pay/ Both asked for help, but neither gained any/ It is things like these that make me think plenty/ Why would a pure and righteous being allow this to happen/ Do only the rich and powerful deserve wealth and action? © 2016 DanielAuthor's Note
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Added on November 1, 2016 Last Updated on November 1, 2016 Tags: Religion, government, poverty, war |