'' Is He Guilty Of Treason '' Poem by Bri Mar

Do we live to exist?
Or exist to live,
He just can't resist,
God takes we give.

Is this real or fake,
Can fake be real,
If ourselves we forsake,
How will we feel.

Are we here or there,
Could there be here,
Are we even aware,
This could all disappear.

Is life really a gift,
What's the gift of life?
As onwards we drift,
Into even more strife.

Is living a dream,
Where we dream of living,
Or some glorious scheme,
I do have a misgiving.

All alive will die,
So, to die you're alive?
If a God we deny,
Will we still thrive.

Our creator is who?
Who is our creator,
Could be me or you,
Or an infiltrator.

Who rules the soul,
Or does the soul rule,
Who has control,
The God or the mule.

What's the reason for being,
Or is being the reason,
As our maker's all seeing,

‘' Is He Guilty Of Treason ‘'