Take me to the place
Where I can talk to God
Face to face
Take me to the oceans
Take me to that beautiful place
Lord !!!
I write this poem
Not to question You
I am dying with pains
But I have few questions
To ask You
Why the believers perish in this world and the evil one's smile ?
Why sinners always
Celebrates
While the righteous
Man cry ?
Why believers have to go through
Tough times
Before they succeed ?
Why this world is full
Of selfishness and greed ?
Why some of the
People you created
Don't believe that you exist ?
Why some of your children have become the devil activist ?
Why the poor are becoming poorer and the rich are getting richer ?
Why their are still fake believers and fake preachers ?
Why some people only focuses on materialistic things ?
Why some of the
People you created
Always pray for money
But never ask for your blessings ?
Sometimes I whisper
In my ears and
Ask if this world
Was created
Just for the enemies
To destroy ?
Sometimes I imagine
When I will die
Because am still a little boy
But I have only one
Question I left out
That I want to ask
But please allow me
To take off
This mask
But God !!!
Did You cry ?
O Lord !!!
How do you feel
When your children
Are denying your word ?
How do you feel
When some of the children you created
Are calling the devil
Their Lord ?
How did you feel
When the good
Earth
You created
Have been filled with
Evil people
How do you feel
When some of your children's have become the devil disciples ?
We can't gather like humans and speak like spirit
Although am still
In doubt
But I pray one day
You clarify it .....
Written By: Alman Kamz
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