People steal,
And people hate.
They go to hell,
And wonder why it’s their fate.
They kill,
And try to play it cool.
But then it happens,
We’re all drowning in a pool.
Screaming, yelling,
Hurting each other.
Something bad happens,
And it makes us wonder.
We were put on this Earth,
To be helpers of God.
We go around killing people,
And with our heads up, we trod.
It starts to rain,
We wonder why it has such a bitter taste.
But then we shake it off,
And continue about in such haste.
We continue to go about,
With all of our dealings.
Not caring for anyone,
Blocking out all feelings.
This wasn’t our purpose,
To go against His will.
But we don’t care,
And continue on still.
It starts to rain harder,
Then it pours.
I feel it,
Healing our sores.
Here it goes down the drain,
Everything we’ve known for years.
All of these horrible acts,
Has given us the worst of God’s Tears.
nicely written......liked it.......really bad that people really do these kind of stuff.... good one......... ;)
very good peom about sin! my poem War is also about people's sin on this planet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This.This right here is........perfect! Never in all my days have I ever read such a beautiful poem that explained my feelings so vividly. Not even I my own poems! Fan..tastic! GOD bless you.