Questions of the Struggle: A Poem
There’s a mother alone with her two little girls.
Asking you God why you tore up their world.
Taking their father on a celebration of birth?
All they got for Christmas was the presence of hurt,
And I can only feel a portion of the pain.
Asking you God, “Don't do me the same.”
You want me to commit and follow whole hearted,
But how can I when my hearts broken and discarded.
I understand you say the best is yet to come,
But can’t you give me a smoother road to run?
I don’t want you to think I’m complaining,
It’s just that the stories got me contemplating,
Wondering why you can keep crooks and killers alive,
But a young father, teacher and son has to die?
I know God, It's a lot of frustrated questions,
But it seems life only teaches tough lessons.
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