Oh God of all the suffering and pain,
Are you envious to have given us the freedom of choice
And the feelings of relief?
The bounty of treasure in life, in living and learning?
Do you understand our yearning, when we deal ourselves
A hand that destroys all emotional feeling?
Do you understand that we are but earthlings?
How great your intelligence to allow us to play our
Games, and to kill in our wars.
Only one who knows the rewards, could allow such
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem