There are those,
Holding onto false hope...
The days of their materialistic ways,
Will return.
With nothing from their greed to learn.
And sad they are who pray to God...
On bended knees,
Pleading...
For opportunities,
To feed their selfish needs.
And demanding with a faith that's fake...
As if God is just 'there'
To deliver and please!
As if God is 'not' the Creator.
An 'entity' absent of thought.
Without knowledge of their misdeeds.
The Almighty knows...
Everything on this Earth that is done.
No matter if 'we' decide...
To open or close our eyes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem