noticed we have people proud people affluent who rubbish
run down God all their lives then blame god when tragedy falls
blaming a God they despised disinherited do not believe in
where now is past ridicule scorn sneering mocking words
'I thought God was a walking stick crutch for the weak'
mocking words became a pain cane whipping in tragedy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pure theological and philosophic write here ersides much truth Enjoyed thanks for sharing