the flood that kills a thousand men
and women and children
the massive mud that buried
them
looking like frozen statues
the lava, the tidal waves
that hit the islands
the virus without cure
the disease
the plague
the consumption of so much number
numbing
to our sense of dignity
the rape that fathers commit to their daughters
and even sons
the mothers that kill the fetus
to save their faces from shame
what more?
let us count the miseries of men & women and children
the fear that grip them
the chaos that always comes
in wars
in famine
in nuclear hatred of one country
to another
the hunger, many more deaths to come
the exploding population
too many neglected children
and too many to ignore
the rich & advantaged caring less
the insignificance of the voices of those
who speak
their valid concerns
does God really weep?
does God really care?
does God signify
any sign of presence
of any divine intervention?
did he say we are free?
did he say he respects this freedom that we take pride in
that we won from the snake in that paradise?
is God here?
do you really hear him weeping?
i want to hear my God
i want to hear Him speak
i want Him, forgive me, to weep,
but i have not seen the tears
i have not heard any sound of weeping...
i guess, if he is here, if he is here at all,
i will still respect, and worship & love Him,
even if i hear Him laughing....
for what am i?
i am just his slave, his servant, though he may call Me
brother,
or his beloved son
to Him, i can be, even
nothing
one that he can always
put in Hell and set aside as a useless spark
in the vast space that he owns
one that he can also save
by His Mercy and Grace....
i know, but i will always wait
for His answers, even from the passing wind
i am always thirsty and asking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem