I looked to the right side of this earth
And have seen, the poor gets poorer
The rich gets richer
Why should we suffer all these?
Why go through these;
When am told, I have a God who guides me?
Why should we suffer in the hands of these gods?
Why should I be created only to suffer?
Why should I suffer my father's sins?
Why? Why? Why? Should I write all these without appreciation?
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: question