O God,I see Your smile when I kneel in fright.
I beg like a dog, I bow so low,
Your mercy shines when I’m enslaved, I know.
You preach of love, You preach of grace,
Yet some are cursed while others embrace.
You say all humans are the same,
But joy and sorrow are not shared the same.
I see the frail, the young in pain,
child Born to suffer, hearts in chain.
They call it karma, or sin of old,
A weight of sin none controlled.
If sin is passed, then tell me why,
One is blessed, while others cry?
Is justice is blind or does it see,
or your mercy is with inequality?
If karma rules, why do I cry,
When I lose my gold, when truth’s a lie?
why Idid not accept my fate
refrain from crying for justice in the judiciary system
Like the newborn who meets only hate?
A parent won’t ask a child to kneel,
To give them food, to help them heal.
Then why, O God, must I bow so deep,
For You to hear, for You to weep?
Perhaps, O God, You are just a fairy tale,
A thought once born, then shaped and more.
A great discovery—man’s own dream.
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